The Enferia Chronicles
 

(I hadn't noticed any stories of the fantasy genre here, but I figured no one would particularly mind... and so, with no small sense of satisfaction, I give you what is hopefully the first installment of what I've tentatively titled "The Enferia Chronicles." The first 'literary' contribution of mine to the ENF community. Hope ya like.)

Part I: Sharessa v Christine

In the land of Enferia, a land of swords and sorcery on some distant world that once resembled our own, there exists an arena where queen and commoner alike can come seeking entertainment. The Grand Arena, the large, stone structure with the immense sandy dueling area, caters to two base desires. Some come to see blood spilled upon the sand, and others come out of lust. Half of the time gladiators come to fight in great battles, and the other half of the time… the people come to see stripping games and lewd sex acts.
It was on one such day, one of the designated times when no blood was to be spilt in the arena, when the victim of our little story (and she is the victim, mind you) came stumbling out past the portcullis and onto the hot sand of the pit. She was a slight little thing, the crowd could immediately see, dressed in dark blues and greens – baggy, shapeless wizard robes, by the look of it. Standing and brushing herself off, Sharessa squinted dark emerald orbs up at the crowd, the unforgiving sun stinging her exotic, almond-shaped eyes. Already the swarms of people around the edge of the arena were shouting in excitement and approval. Maybe it was her fair skin and lustrous mane of raven hair. And those pointed ears – she was an elf! The exotic-looking, disoriented elf girl looked very much out of place in the harsh spectacle, shielding her eyes from the light as if she’d been in the pits below the arena for some time.
Retying her hair in a more practical ponytail, Sharessa still had a few loose tresses which hung in front of those green eyes of hers as she stared across the ring at where her opponent should’ve been.
“Gods, how did I get into this mess..? Oh yes…” she pondered quietly to herself as her heart raced. The round little man with the booming voice, the arena announcer, stepped forth from the bottom of the queen’s canopied personal seating area. In a shout much louder than he should’ve been capable of, he began announcing the start of the match.
“We bring before our illustrious queen Syndra today a match befitting her station! A duel of sorceresses most grand: from the far west, and elven maiden quite adept in the magical arts, brought to the arena today to answer for her crimes… Sharessa!”
The crowd roared and cheered and booed all at once, and the waifish elf girl brandished her wand from within one of her baggy sleeves – a slender wooden thing, tipped with a bit of smoky green crystal. She blinked a bit, looking up at the queen now and taking a slow breath. Though she was sitting in the middle of a small crowd of retainers and body guards under her canopy, Sharessa could barely make out the beautiful, fire-haired sorceress-queen Syndra, the one she had offended to end up here. How was she supposed to know all the intricacies of human law and custom anyways? It’s not like she wanted to be-
The young sorceress’ attention was snapped back to reality as the announcer boomed excitedly:
“And of course, the one you all know and love: The violator of damsels, denuder of the proud… the mysterious Grey Witch… Christine..!” As his voice rose dramatically and the crowd churned in fervor, the sand of the arena floor began to swirl in a spontaneous cyclone around where Sharessa figured her opponent should’ve been standing. The small swirling cloud quickly diminished, leaving a shapely woman standing, posing, in its place. Sharessa’s eyes widened slightly as she spotted her opponent, beautiful as she was.
Dark, gold-grey eyes stared from behind curly blond tresses right at Sharessa. Her opponent’s hair reached about mid-back, the same length as her own hair, and as thick and lustrous, but much wavier. With a haughty toss of her head, Christine shook that mane back, over her bare shoulders, as she took a few steps towards her foe, coming more fully into view out of the dying cloud of sand.
The Grey Witch was dressed scantily, in something resembling a very short wedding gown. The tight, faded white garment was very sheer, gauzy even, and clung tightly to her athletic curves and full, round hips. Her thick thighs were largely exposed, too, what with the skirt barely reaching mid-thigh. Leather sandals were laced up her toned calves and matched the set of strange leather bracers the witch wore… Sharessa found herself blushing slightly at the shameless woman – her society was much more reserved, as her clothing would show – her own robes were baggy and hid what little curves she had, for now.
“You all know the game: first one naked, loses!” The announcer shouted excitedly. Everyone was familiar with it, except Sharessa, really. They’d told her through the bars of her dark and musty prison cell earlier today that she could earn her freedom through a series of ambiguous but non-violent arena games in which she was required to use her skills as a mage. At the time it seemed like a no brainer, but as her pale face reddened slightly and she watched the predatory grin grow on her foe’s face, the girl’s mind was racing.
Christine hummed softly from across the pit as she mused to herself in a sensual, husky voice. “I like this one… I think I’m going to take my time with her and put on a good show for the queen…” she chuckled.
“H-hail,” Sharessa managed to squeak, raising her empty hand in greeting. “I, uh… do we..?” the elf began to mutter her uncertain questions as to what happens next when the announcer yelled a sudden: “BEGIN!”
When Sharessa’s eyes snapped back to her opponent from the fat little announcer, she gasped as she saw no one there at all. She trembled in abject shock as she heard the seductive voice resonate from right behind her, next to her ear. As she stiffened in fear, Christie whispered: “Let’s get you into something a little more exciting, shall we..?” And with the muttering of a few mystic syllables, the witch let loose a shrinking spell on the girl’s robes.
“What? Hey..!” Sharessa finally managed to spin about and point her wand at the sorceress standing right behind her. “B-back off! I don’t want to d… huh?” Sharessa found herself gasping again as her clothes began to shift and constrict uncomfortably. Christine chuckled softly, covering her full lips with a hand as she watched the young mage fidget and attempt to adjust her clothing. She really didn’t know what was going on? This was going to be fantastic…
Sharessa paled in growing horror as she looked down to see the hem of her robe riding up gradually. Her leather boots only reached mid-calf on her slender but shapely legs, the majority of which was coming into view all too quickly. By the time her robe was done shrinking, it more resembled a miniskirt, and her bare thighs were on display. Long sleeves became short sleeves, and the neckline of the upper part of her robe, which had formerly been nonexistent, now dipped dangerously close to her smallish breasts. Her attempts to tug the ‘skirt’ any lower than mid-thigh were hopeless.
“Oh, so you do have some curves on you after all…” the witch taunted as her chuckle grew into an open laugh. “And they can all see, too…” Gesturing upward idly, Christine directed Sharessa’s eyes to something she’d not noticed before. Hovering several stories directly above the arena floor was a large clear glass sphere, easily the size of a small house. Shining inside the orb was an all-too-clear image, a ‘close up’ of the fight so that the audience would have a better view of the action. Her eyes widened yet again as she spied the current close up of the way her top was stretched across her pert little tits, with just a hint of nipple outline, so thin had it become. The poor thing was so distraught that she didn’t notice Christine at work again, during her distraction. A simple bit of telekinesis would shear that robe right down the middle, in front. Sharessa’s eyes were so glued on that orb above her that she didn’t realize what was happening until she saw the front of her robe pop open in that very sphere.
“I thought it looked a bit tight on you… that feels better, no?” Christine cooed. The crowd roared again in excitement as so much pale flesh came into view. Thankfully, Sharessa was wearing a set of lacy elven undergarments that must’ve seemed exotic or skimpy to all these… humans. The strapless light green bra and boy short-like panties were only in view for a few moments before she shrieked, clamped her knees together, and tugged the robe back shut. Clutching the torn garment together, wand still in the white knuckle grip of her delicate little hand, Sharessa stumbled back, barely keeping her footing.
“Stay back! I mean it..!” She shouted with as much sternness as she could muster, gesturing threateningly with her wand. Though her robe was fluttering open a little, she managed to keep it mostly shut with her free hand… but even as the young elf threatened, Christine began to walk towards her calmly and smoothly, those hips swaying beneath her tattered garment. Cringing, Sharessa whisked her wand in the arcane motion of a simple blasting spell, and the spherical ripple of condensed air it produced went flying towards the witch.
With a nonchalant gesture, like one would shoo flies, Christine repelled the magical attack with the back of her hand and sent it thundering back towards the petrified elf with more force than before. Now, in a violent match the blast would’ve possibly broken some bones or knocked her unconscious when the melon-sized ball of force smacked straight into the slender thing’s chest. Due to the magical wards and protections surrounding the arena though, Sharessa would only feel the air get knocked out of her lungs as she skidded back a foot or two, struggling to remain upright. The swirling orb of hard air seemed to grind into her torso for a few moments, slowly losing power as she crossed her forearms in front of her in a feeble attempt to block it. During the windy blast of force, her robe of course came fluttering open, her adorable, high pitched screams drowned out by the sound of the spell.
The crowd was chanting: “Christie! Christie!” The nickname of the witch filled Sharessa’s delicate ears as her arms were blasted behind her by the spell, and with them, her robe. The now thin, ragged robe peeled slowly down her thin limbs, the tight sleeves the only thing keeping it on her for those few torturous moments. Finally, the garment came flying off of her arms, leaving her in boots, bra, and panties when the blast finally dispersed and she shakily regained her balance. With her hair disheveled and somehow miraculously still bound in a ponytail, Sharessa dazedly shook her head and brushed some of those raven locks out of her face before she realized how much more naked she’d become, and why exactly the crowd was laughing and cheering. Looking down with another horrified expression, mouth agape, she squealed a “noo!” and threw her slender arms over the pert little buds of breasts that were barely concealed by that strapless bra, and clamped her thighs together.
“That’s gotta be embarrassing, folks,” the announcer taunted in a casual but magically amplified tone. “I mean, completely repelled the force blast… and left her in some very nice looking elven undergarments, if I may say so. Let’s get a closer look, eh?” the pudgy little man rubbed his balding head and looked behind him, as if speaking to some unseen director. Sure enough, the large viewing sphere overhead was showing an enlarged view of the delicate light green lace covering the curves of her shapely rear in lewd detail, right down to the way the lower part of her ass cheeks dipped out of the boy shorts, and the way they rode up into her crevice slightly. Mortified, she’d immediately throw a hand behind her to cup her ass and cover her crotch from behind, which the viewing sphere had been threatening to show next if it kept zooming in.

continued...
 

So, it was with her wand arm across her breasts and her other arm covering her ass crack and her thighs tightly clamped together that the shaking elf girl tried to formulate her next plan. That b*tch of a queen must’ve known this match would be completely unbalanced, and if she had any hope of keeping her elven modesty she’d have to act quickly. Most importantly, she had to keep hold of her wand at all costs. The wand was a gift from her mentor, and was rather powerful, which they might not have accounted for. In fact, the blast she’d produced before came purely from the wand and not of her own magical abilities, which, if combined, she figured, would take Christine right off her feet. Hitting her was not going to be easy, though…
Christie had been pacing dramatically as Sharessa fidgeted and blushed. So, she was ready when, shaking, Sharessa finally raised her wand up and began muttering something to herself. With her now watery eyes and trembling lower lip, it looked as if the elf girl were mewling to herself pitifully. Indeed, as she sent out what seemed to be random blasts of force from the wand in the same inept gesture as before, Christine cackled triumphantly and disappeared before each one hit her. Every time, before the spherical bolts would hit her, there was a small flash of light and the sorceress would be gone, only to reappear somewhere else.
“Oh, come on now don’t cry my sweet,” Christine laughed. WHOOSH! Another blast roared right past her. “You’re not even trying anymore! This won’t be any fun…” Humming a little note of disappointment, the Grey Witch appeared right behind Sharessa, who didn’t even seem to notice her there. Her eyes were darting around in panic, her wand pointing frantically. Her head would perk up when Christine whistled behind her. Staying utterly still, frozen with fear, Sharessa could only turn her head to see the sorceress staring at her somewhat plump rear.
“You’ve got quite a nice ass, for an elf..!” She said, loud enough for the crowd to have a laugh. “Normally, it’s all flat back there… mmh.” The lusty sorceress quirked a brow and bit her full lower lip. Sharessa was still stuck in place – much of the crowd assumed Christine had frozen her there and was about to make her masterstroke. Christine knew she’d done no such thing and simply figured she was as shaken as she’d been the entire match, finally locking up for good in panic.
“Tell you what, sweetie…” the sorceress said breathily right into her pointy, elegant ear. “If you can hit me with your next cute little blast of force, I won’t snap your sexy little bra off and show those tits to the crowd.” Sharessa gasped, eyes widening slightly, but otherwise did nothing. Her wand arm was extended out in front of her, stiff and unmoving. As if to emphasize her words, from the back of Christine’s leather wrist wraps several thin silvery blades would grow, like claws. It was with this clawed bracer that she’d reach up and hook the back of her bra strap, causing the garment to strain against Sharessa’s modest chest.
“No?” Christine asked, disappointed still. With a sigh, she’d flick her wrist in a gesture that should’ve sliced the bra right off and sent it sling-shot style flying out in front of her. Instead, strangely, Sharessa’s entire form burst, turning into a cloud of colorful smoke. “Wha..?” Christine muttered. “When did she..?” Recognizing the illusion immediately for what it was, the Grey Witch spun about to look for the real Sharessa. She turned just in time to see the real Sharessa a stone’s throw behind her, looking confident for the first time today, despite being clad in naught but her undergarments and calf boots. The elf had one hand on her hip and the other was waving that wand right at her.
“Shite!” Christie hissed as the sphere of force, this time about as wide as a person was tall, came rippling at her. The crowd gasped at the sight of the immense thing shuddering along the short expanse of arena, kicking up all manner of sand as it flew, to smack right into Christine. With an enraged grunt and an audible THUMP Christine was knocked off her feet and went tumbling along the ground for several seconds til she was lost in the cloud of sand. The arena was silent. Even the queen quirked a brow from her shadowy perch.
“You see, when you thought I was crying,” Sharessa began as she paced forward. “I was actually creating an illusion of myself. A simple trick, to become invisible and replace yourself with a fake double…” With a gesture of her wand the cloud of sand before her would disperse, revealing to the crowd a rather disheveled Christie. Standing and shaking her head, the proud sorceress smoothed her dark golden mane back over her bare shoulders and arched her back.
“But you had every reason to underestimate me, I suppose. That’s all over now,” Sharessa shouted as she leveled the wand at Christie, who had stood up fully by this point. Shameless as that gauzy dress of hers would suggest her to be, the Grey Witch was looking rather self-conscious now. Her face was flushed red with indignant rage and embarrassment as she realized the blast had done wonders to her outfit. The dress itself was totally gone – ripped right off of her curvy, athletic frame. Her breasts, pert handfuls, were totally on display, dusky pink nipples and all. And even though they were a little taut and hard on the tips of her perfect breasts, she made no motion to cover them. For as Sharessa would later find out, no matter how embarrassed an arena veteran was, making efforts to cover oneself was seen as a sign of weakness. Of course, most of the time it was obvious that the fighter was still self-conscious. One of the delicious ironies of the arena.
“Wow folks, just wow. Been a long time since we’ve seen Christine like that..!” The arena announcer chuckled, fairly shocked himself.
As for the rest of her, there was little to cover her there, too. Long legs led down to those calf-laced sandals, which were almost concealing more than her undergarment bottoms. Exotic, perhaps elven in make as well, she mused, Christie’s pubic mound was covered by a silky, lacy white triangle of fabric – part of a skimpy thong. The bottoms did absolutely nothing to cover her toned, full ass. In fact, one could tell by the dimples on the sides of her rear that she was rather tense at the prospect of being so close to nude. Perhaps the greatest indignity was the slow, growing chant of “Shar-ess-ah! Shar-ess-ah!” Positively burning with rage, Christie would fly into motion, C-cup breasts bouncing perkily on the viewing sphere above. Such was the rage and speed with which she moved that Sharessa’s newfound confidence was shaken, as her wide eyes would attest.
“Silence wh*r*!” Christie shouted, to no one in particular, as Sharessa gathered the presence of mind to send another shockwave at her. She’d hesitated, though, so when Christine disappeared from sight it was little surprise to the crowd or to Sharessa.
“Okay, I’ve got this, just need to stay calm…” she was muttering to herself as she turned her head about in anticipation of the sorceress’ reappearance. The arena floor would tremble then, suddenly, the walls shaking slightly and the audience looking about uncertainly. With Christine still out of sight, the tremors seemed centered around Sharessa, who was wobbling about on slender legs when, abruptly, the ground beneath her sprouted upwards in a stony pillar. The stone platform emerged from the sand below her and nearly took the girl off her feet, but her instincts bade her to clutch tightly to the thing as it grew to the height of about three people. As the thick stone pole, which was barely wide enough around for one person to stand on, thundered upwards, it shook the girl violently about. The crowd gasped at the sight excitedly as she bounced about and slipped off the narrow ledge, barely managing to grab the side with her empty hand. Wand still in her off hand, she cringed at the thought of falling from this height.

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“Don’t she know she can’t be hurt while she’s in the arena?” one peasant asked another.
“Nah you git, she’s new! She’s foreign, like most elves.”
“Well, can’t she fly?”
“I guess not. Not all sorceressessess can fly, ya know.”
Actually, Sharessa could fly, given the proper preparation, spell reagents, and so on… such was not the case now, though she would blink in wonderment a moment as she saw Christine fly up from the opposite side of the pillar to land delicately on top of it. Under other conditions, with far, far less people watching, she might’ve taken the moment to appreciate the sight of the sexy witch standing above her as she hung precariously. Her curves glistened slightly with sweat, and her golden mane seemed to have somehow regained it luster since she’d been hit by the blast. Hands on her hips, Christine glared down haughtily.
“Alright b*tch, time to get you naked. You’ve got potential, I’ll give you that… but you’re up against a superior foe, here,” she said matter of factly.
“B-but, you said…” Sharessa began meekly.
“Oh?” Christie quirked a brow. “I said what? I said ‘I won’t snap your bra off,’ I believe.” Sharessa nodded hopefully as her legs dangled beneath her and her fingers struggled to maintain a grip on the pillar from which she hung. Cringing, she reached up with her wand hand to get a better grip.
“Nuh uh…” Christine taunted, reaching down to sn*tch at the wand. With the witch in a crouched position and bent slightly, the viewing sphere decided to take advantage and show a close up of her tight bottom. The thin strap that had been trapped between those thick cheeks of hers peeked into view as she bent.
Gasping, Sharessa let go with her wand hand in order to keep Christine from sn*tching it, barely hanging on with her other hand. Deciding to glance down, she weighed the option of dropping if she had to. Damn! How did she know I was afraid of heights? Sharessa wondered. Thinking better of it, she kept her eyes off the ground.
“Hey! Up here!” Christine snapped, demanding her attention. She had stood up after realizing the view she was affording everyone while she was bent over. “I’m a woman of my word, so your bra can stay for now… but those panties must go.” And with a little gesture and arcane syllable, Sharessa felt something very strange start to happen. Her bottom tightened, and her thighs clamped together, for she felt as if her lacy boy shorts had quickly grown rather heavy. The way the lace began to shift and sag, it was as if it were made of chain mail! Glancing down, she saw that thankfully this was not the case, though the spell must’ve made them many times heavier than their ordinary weight. Cursing quietly in elven, Sharessa struggled and wiggled, reaching with her wand hand to tug at the waistband and keep them up a little longer.
“Of course, you could always give me that wand…” Christie said as she turned her head away slightly, keeping one eye on her. “Then you get to keep your dignity… or at least some of it.”
Damn my haughtiness! I’d almost had her. Sharessa cursed again as she slowly realized she couldn’t keep this, or her panties, up much longer. The viewing sphere above drew many whistles and catcalls from the audience as it displayed a slow zoom in of the compromising view of the young elf from below her. The waistband of her panties would peel a few inches down slowly after each tug, even as she twisted and turned her body to keep them up, or clamped her thighs together. She’d even try to pull her knees up to her chest at one point, as much of a strain it put on her hand to have her legs between her and the pillar. She’d not try it again, though, realizing that it cause the back of those shorts to ride down even further.
“Eep!” she’d squeal as she felt the sun on her bare rear. The waistband had crept down, below the top of her crevice, to reveal the top of her fine, round ass. As her cheeks clenched tighter, the portion of those shorts that had ridden up into her crack would peel out slowly, sending the crowd into further fervor. More and more of her was coming into view..!

aaand final...
 

“No! Please nooo!” Her eyes winced shut, and her grip on the pillar above was loosening. Even with her legs crossed the garment was sliding lower, and her entire adorable bottom was visible now. Her crotch would only remain concealed from the viewing sphere a few moments longer, too, before the sheer fabric peeeeled away tantalizingly from her slightly moist mound and her delicate pinkish folds. The crowd gasped in delight.
“Oh gods! She’s all moist!” laughed peasant #1 in delight.
“I think she’s liking it!” cackled his friend.
“And there’s our answer, folks, for those of you who were wondering if the rumors are true: Elves are naturally hairless down there..!” boomed the announcer triumphantly.
How she’d grown wet in all this havoc would be the farthest thing from her mind, though; all she could think about was how, when she was little, her mother taught her the value of modesty: “Now, Sharessa, it’s important that you keep covered, especially from the eyes of lusty humans. You won’t get married by a big handsome prince if your secrets are revealed to anyone else…” Of course, her mother couldn’t have known that it wasn’t a prince she wanted to sweep her off her feet…
“Ahh! Stupid lusty humans..!” she’d shout involuntarily, drawing a widening of the eyes from Christine, a little gasp of shock from the crowd, and a smirk from the queen. Her eyes would snap wide open as she realized what she’d said, while Christine above her chuckled a bit.
“You shouldn’t have said that… your only protection was the crowd, and I think they kinda liked you…” Christie mused. Meanwhile, the crowd was roaring and booing and shouting things like “humiliate her already! Go Christie!!”
Christie just watched and waited as gravity did the rest. Sharessa’s panties dangled precariously from her ankles a few moments before dropping into the sand below with a heavy THUMP, followed shortly by a shrieking Sharessa.
“No more! Please!” she shouted before her fingers gave way. In the chaos, she of course didn’t notice that Christine had gestured again, this time making a tiny stone hook protrude from the pillar and catch the front of her bra before she’d let go. The bra wouldn’t stop her from falling at all; it immediately and effortlessly came free to hang from that hook as the girl fell harmlessly into the sand.
Sharessa fell, completely nude and screaming the whole way, into the soft sand below. Her butt hit first, and the magical protection of the arena caused her to bounce generously several feet into the air rather than take the full force of the impact. “Oof!” she’d grunt as she bounced a few times, losing her self-consciousness for a moment.
“Pity…” clucked Christine as Sharessa looked up to see her standing, victoriously, in front of her. “All you had to do was hang on a little longer, little girl! Now you’ve lost your bra…!” …and she began laughing, covering her mouth coyly with a hand in mock politeness. Sharessa’s eyes widened as she realized what had happened, and that she was, in fact, totally nude now save for her boots. Up on the viewing sphere, her small but pert tits jiggled subtly as she hurried to her feet, and her little strawberry nubs were already erect from the excitement and from the wind on her bare skin. Still clutching her wand out of sheer habit, the girl threw an arm down to cup her totally smooth crotch, which had almost gotten as much sand stuck to it as her arse. Her other hand slid back down the crack of her ass in a feeble effort to cover it up again, leaving her in that awkward embarrassed pose as she shifted from foot to foot.
“I win! I win!” Christine cheered gleefully as she hopped a bit, giving no small show of her own as her breasts and butt bounced. Walking around the totally exposed girl in a slow, teasing circle, she gnawed gently on her plump lower lip and pondered her victory.
“Christine is the winner!” Shouted the announcer over the cheering of the crowd, and a thin gold collar and leash appeared hanging from the elf’s neck.
“Wha… what’s this..?” Sharessa reached up with the hand on her ass to tug at that unbudging collar, only to suddenly realize what she’d done and slap it back down in place. Christie continued to circle her like some predator.
“Normally this is the part where I’d violate every hole on your body for the viewing pleasure of the crowd...” she let the comment hang in the air a moment as Sharessa’s heart pounded in her chest. She was all too aware of how moist her crotch was with her hand on it. “Buuut since you showed spunk I think I’ll save that for another time.” The witch winked as she stood in front of her, only to disappear and reappear right behind the girl, arms wrapped around her waist. Those glistening, bare breasts of hers, erect nipples and all, were pressed against Sharessa’s back when she appeared, and Christie’s warm breath was once again teasing those delicate ears of hers.
“Unless… you want me to...” she whispered
“Ew! No!” the elf replied sharply, wiggling in her embrace. Christine’s face hardened.
“Suit yourself. You did warrant a firm spanking though.”
“Wha..? wait!” but even as she protested, Christie had knelt down in the sand, grabbing a handful of the girl’s hair as she did to yank her down with her. Kneeling there, Christine shoved the elf face first over her knee and bent her over with deceptively strong arms. With the girl’s bare tits in the sand, Christie grinned up at the crowd and cheered, “Count with me!”
Taut, bubble ass up in the air, Sharessa struggled and whined helplessly. “No!”
“One!” Christie and the crowd shouted in unison as she brought her palm striking down upon that soft, creamy flesh, making it ripple slightly. “Ow!” she yelped.
“Two!” they shouted again, this time she brought her hand down exclusively on the right buttock, sending it jiggling, almost into the other cheek it seemed.
“Three!” came the third cheer, this time she evened the smacks out by popping her left ass cheek. The pale flesh was rather quickly growing pink.
“Four! Five!” came the alternating smacks, really starting to sting those cheeks now, and causing little Sharessa’s eyes to tear up. Then the pause.
“Done..?” Sharessa dared to ask, only to be interrupted by the sudden spank.
“Six!” chanted the crowd as the painful looking swat came down, this one right between her cheeks and a bit low. As Sharessa bounced in Christine’s iron grip it became obvious that one must’ve gotten her on the crotch.
“Let’s get in on some of that action, shall we?” prompted the announcer, and the sphere above glowed slightly with the new, close up image of those now pink buttocks, which squirmed and jiggled with “Seven! Eight! Nine!” Tears were streaming down her face now, and her lip was quivering. Wordlessly, the announcer gestured to the unseen director, and the image on the sphere above’s point of view dropped a bit lower, causing the crowd to cheer its final roar of approval as the girl’s delicate, hairless pink pussy came into view just in time for the final spank.
“Ten!!” Christie cheered, bringing her open palm smacking right onto the girl’s tender crotch, eliciting a scream and causing her to bounce right out of Christie’s grip and land face first in the sand next to her. Panting exhaustedly, with her stinging bottom sticking up in the air, Sharessa lay there for a few moments as Christie milked the audience for its final bits of applause. The witch stood slowly, picked up the thin gold leash, and tugged gently til Sharessa had pulled herself up onto all fours. The queen stood and clapped her approval before vanishing silently from the arena in her own small display of magic.
“Now crawl, my pet…” Christie whispered, and, with her broken new pet, marched through the portcullis and out of the arena, for today…

I did tell you that Sharessa was the victim, at least of this first little story. She didn’t win her freedom quite yet, but even with a losing record she could eventually get out. It was with this small solace and dread of future spectacles that she slept fitfully that night, wondering what new horrors they could come up with after that hellish day...

Absolutely brilliant story!

glad ya like it. Comments, suggestions, etc. all welcome, btw. I'd like some feedback before I start the follow ups...

Nice story!

As far as feedback goes, I simply suggest getting as creative as possible with magic. Your possibilities are virtually endless when it comes to stripping/humiliating/spanking/etc. with magic in your universe.

I'm curious to see what else you come up with before suggesting anything specific.

I love fantasty settings, so few fantasy/enf (can recall one emperor comic fantasy, one Morphy pic with goblins, that's about it that I can recall) so overjoyed to see one. Very good story and like Derelict says, magic will hopefully leave you with a range of possibilities.

Yep, I should be posting part 2 in the next day or two. I left the first story pretty simple as you can probably tell, to kind of break people in to the idea of magic and a fantasy setting and kind of feel out the results. I feel it was also a good intro into what could eventually be a good story format or setting for anyone else who wants to use it when things are fleshed out a bit more. Wasn't sure what kind of reception it was gonna get on this board, quite frankly.
I definitely intend for a few things to happen in the many stories to come from this series... Any and all of the girls introduced will sooner or later get their comeuppance, especially the queen, of course (though that will be a good bit later, I imagine). The magic will definitely get a bit more out there, too. Generic blasts of force and the like, I hope, will come up as little as possible from now on. This is not to say that someone's blouse isn't gonna get burned off with a fireball at some point, but ideally the magic will maximize the embarrassment and humiliation by creating situations that are otherwise impossible. I'm sure that's all a bit vague sounding, in part because I'm trying to avoid spoiling any surprises...
Speaking of the magic, though... is there anything that would seem like a cop out or be too extreme? What I mean is, it obviously wouldn't be much fun, under most circumstances, for one of the girls to get all of her clothes instantly teleported away or something. Similarly I'm not sure how I feel about mind control. Mind control could lead to some fun stuff, but having one of the girls made to strip herself completely naked doesn't seem quite right.
As for extreme-ness... I've already avoided forced sex, although it goes without saying that any 'forced' sex would turn from "No..! Don't..! Stop..!" to "No, don't stop!" pretty quickly... if anyone would prefer I leave that stuff in to add to the humiliation and if it's not against some kind of board rules to have sex that only starts out reluctant, then I'd be glad to oblige. Also, more 'extreme' stuff like having one of the girls piss themselves seems both obligatory and gross, depending on your taste in that sort of thing...

tl;dr -- what're your opinions on mind control and other 'cop out' forms of magic, as well as the extremes of humiliation such as watersports, and 'raep?'

Mind Control: I don't see it as a bad thing if done well for certain things (like getting a lady naked in several public places for example) but other forms of magic could take over the role (teleportation of a naked lady) without resotring to mind control.

Stronger stuff: My preferance is not to have them in stories but this is your work, do what makes you happy.

In order to maximize the fun, I think you should avoid Insta-Gone clothes and Mind Control for this particular series. Technically, there's nothing wrong with it, but it really eliminates any suspense or anticipation.

As far as sex goes, I'd just recommend you just stick with sexual themes. I thought that it was perfectly fine when you alluded to it in the 1st story, as it added some suspense. However, if the loser of a battle gets her wand shoved up her ass (for example), I think that's perfectly fine (and awesome). So, I think some mild "toying" can add to the humiliation without being full-on, hardcore sex. Does this all make sense?

And, you mention watersports... the rules forbid it. I'm not sure if contestants pissing themselves counts, but in the right context, I'd have no problems with it. However, I don't make the rules, so tread carefully!

And, for me in particular: Bondage, spanking, lite S&M = yummy goodness! But, if the majority of readers hate that, then you've gotta do what ya gotta do. :(

Good luck, and happy writing!

the next episode...
 

(thanks for bearing with me. I'll think carefully next time I'm about to say 'one or two days.' Here goes with the next installment, new characters, etc... enjoy)

Part II: Ashley vs Felicia

“Wake up, sunshine!”
Sharessa was woken up the next day from her fitful slumber by the sensation of something soft, warm, and wet snaking into her mouth. She jumped up quickly as she realized she was being kissed, her eyes snapping open to look upon whomever was in the cell with her. Standing there in the thin, grey garb of a fellow prisoner was a rather pretty girl of about her age. At least she estimated the girl was about her proportionate age in the years of whatever race she was. It was at once intriguing and hard to place – her eyes had a hint of that exotic elven quality, but her physical proportions were a bit meatier than most elves’ would be.
The strange girl with the light red hair was standing there with a somewhat self-satisfied and smug look on her face, sapphire eyes dancing. A single dainty hand rested on her hip. Sharessa shook her head and spat a bit in shock, wiping some of the saliva from her lips.
“Ew..! Who in the hells are you..!?” Sharessa gasped, balling up in her narrow prison bed defensively. She felt ill at ease in the not-long-enough, sack like garment she was forced to change into. The material was far too thin for her liking. It was one of the few things, the whole imprisoned-against-her-will thing aside, that she found genuinely unpleasant about the whole affair. By all accounts she and her fellow prisoners were well taken care of – the cells weren’t too dirty or uncomfortable, and she was fed fresh fruit and cool water when she finally got the nerve to eat. They even let her keep her wand. They must’ve been pretty confident about security…
“Don’t look so glum, sweet. I’m your new cellmate!” the girl chirped and pounced playfully onto the bed next to her. Sharessa had noted that her cell housed another bed, but in her post-match daze she hadn’t even considered the prospect of bunking with a stranger for however much longer they kept her here.
“Cellmate?” Sharessa cringed a bit more and tucked her legs a bit tighter against herself as she tried to put a little distance between herself and the admittedly cute stranger she’d been paired with.
“Yep! Halia, to be precise,” she nodded, and the straight, light red hair that she’d bound up into pigtails bobbed slightly. Sharessa felt disarmed by her already, but was still a bit shaken and wide-eyed. “And you’re Sharessa! I saw your match. Good stuff! No one’s put it to the Grey Witch like that for a while..!” the girl giggled as her speech quickened with what seemed to be boundless energy. Sharessa found herself blushing hard as she thought about the match and considered truly for the first time how many people had really seen it.
“We’ll be doing just about everything together from now on: bunking together, eating together, fighting together… bathing togeth-“
“I get it!” she said in a brief shriek, her eyes shutting tight. “Why did you kiss me, anyways? What kind of person do you think I am..?!”
“Well, I had to figure that out for myself. Plus, I’ve heard elves get lonely very easily and require lots of contact with others. I’m part elf too, see..?” Halia tucked a bit of hair behind her ear and turned her head to the side to reveal a somewhat pointy ear. “They’re super-sensitive… yours are too, huh?” As the energetic half-elf scooted a bit closer, Sharessa could make out the light smattering of freckles on the girl’s fair features. Under other circumstances she would’ve been rather charmed, but…
“I’ve never actually met an elf before! And to be rooming with one! Ooh, getting arrested for using magic to steal stuff might just turn out to have its benefits after all..!” Halia half-squealed and cuddled up next to Sharessa, who was still rather off put and attempting to bundle up. Red in the face, the elf stammered and squirmed in an attempt to get the strange girl to stop nuzzling her neck and nipping at her ears playfully.
“Uhm, please stop?” she murmured helplessly, before a booming voice outside the prison drew both of their attentions towards the barred window.
“Ooh! The next match must be starting! C’mon!” Halia gasped, and grabbed Sharessa by the arm to drag her up to the tiny barred window. Outside, though they had to struggle to see it, was the sight of the viewing sphere. The enormous glassy orb hovered silently above the arena, and though they couldn’t see the upcoming fight directly, they had a decent view of the sphere. “We may have to go up against some of these folks, so let’s pay attention, yeah? I can’t have you getting us humiliated like that,” Halia said, half-scoffing and half-chuckling as if remembering Sharessa’s last fight herself. Sharessa cheeks reddened once again and she found herself speechless. So, she huddled up next to Halia and the window to see just what else goes on in the arena…

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“Welllllcome back to the Grand Arena, people of Enferia!” thundered the arena announcer, drumming his many-ringed finger on his egg-like torso.
“We here at the Grand Arena exist to entertain you, bringing you today a match between two up and comers that’s bound to astound…!” Varied cheers were rolling throughout the crowd; what with it being the most popular season of the arena games, the stadium’s seats were overflowing in the commoner’s section, even threatening to spill over the railing into the pit itself. From her shadowy perch, Queen Syndra watched dispassionately.
“The fighters gathered today are prodigal fencers of the highest caliber, spell-swords that have been training most of their life to blend swordplay and sorcery. The result of this fine art is before you in the arena today! She who wins this match will be propelled to a life of glory and reward, to status the equivalent of professional arena veterans… and the loser will probably be very red in the face!” Laughter ensued.
“At the northern end of the arena, we have the lightning rapier, the Beaumont Blade, fighting to bring glory to her noble family… I give you the proud, the icy, the beautiful… Felicia Beaumont..!” Much of the crowd grew back into cheers as the announcer’s tone rose to a bellow at the end of the first contestant’s name.
Sure enough, Felicia stood proud at an imposing 5’10, tall and lithe. Her slender but athletic frame was hidden at the moment under many layers of clothing – her top consisted of a dark blue vest buttoned over a puffy-sleeved, white blouse. The tight vest intentionally did a good job of concealing how large her breasts actually were – the only voluptuous thing about her body, really. Her pants, which, while somehow still flexible, seemed sewn onto her. The dark blue, velvety material matched that of her vest and hugged her long legs like leather breeches, that seam running up the center never straining like it should have. Frost-white eyes glared at her opponent calmly.
“And, at the south end of the arena, we have a promising young fighter, breaking record after record to get here today, a warrior who duels by choice for the sake of glory and the excitement of beating her opponents. I present to you the spitfire, the burning blade, none other than Iron Ashley!”
Ash, or Iron Ashley, was also tall. Unlike the noble, however, she sported a healthy bit of muscle tone that made her come off a little more as athletic and wiry than slender and lithe. She was by no means big, though. In fact, her short, feathery dark brown locks and doe-like, large, deep blue eyes gave her a rather cute and innocent demeanor.
Ashley’s plump lips tightened into a little scowl as the glowered across the arena at her opponent with sparkling azure orbs. How she hated nobility. For, despite what the announcer said, she recalled that she’d gotten into this business because her family needed the money. While her first few wins provided enough coin to keep her father from losing his shop, they still weren’t out of the deep water yet. So here she was, in one of the ridiculously impractical outfits they’d chosen for her.
The spectacle she was wearing consisted of a too-short, white tank-top like garment and some too-baggy leather breeches. The top was a bit loose itself and threatened to reveal pert B cup breasts that bounced modestly beneath it with every lean or bend. The pants would be pooled around her ankles, too, if they weren’t held up by a set of thin black suspenders. Ash sighed.
“These will last real long I’m sure,” she said sarcastically beneath her breath as she glanced down at the suspenders, giving one a tentative tug. “I’ll just have to finish this fast…” she muttered, none-too-pleased with the idea of everyone seeing the undergarment they’d chosen for her. Beneath those sagging leather breeches was a fine lacy set of panties to clash with the boyish and rugged look she’d achieved. The thong was bright pink, and lacy. Also, whenever she moved the wrong way the thing would ride up in a rather uncomfortable fashion. The tops of the thong on either hip were poking up just a bit, but weren’t quite visible to the cheering fans just yet. She was grateful that they let her wear her sturdy brown boots and leather gloves, though…
“Sooo, with no further ado… BEGIN!” roared the announcer, and the two girls wasted no time in sprinting towards one another. Felicia and Ash came flying across the sand at one another, Felicia whipping forth her thin gleaming rapier with a gold basket hilt, and Ash swinging a somewhat thicker blade with a simple leather wrapped handle. Sparks zapped and flew as their steel collided with a loud, resounding clang, and the two of them found themselves hopping back into defensive positions. Felicia stood with a hand on her hip, confidently leveling her thin blade at Ash with a smirk. Ash panted and shook her head, wincing a little. What was this dizzy feeling suddenly overcoming her?
“Oh, I’m sorry little peasant… you didn’t see my previous matches, did you..?” Felicia chuckled smugly and paced, keeping that rapier aimed at her opponent. “That shower of sparks doesn’t just happen for effect, ‘Iron Ashley.’ I just sent little waves of magical lighting energy through your body… There’s a reason I’m called the lightning rapier…”
The dazed girl took a breath and grunted, heaving her blade upward in another sudden, wide arc. Felicia dodged easily, hopping to the side and letting out a louder, more unabashed laugh.
“You’re already getting weaker, as you can tell, which will make this a lot easier to do,” the noble taunted as she disappeared in a blur of speedy motion. Ash’s eyes widened as her head darted around in search of her opponent. In an act of pure instinct, she threw her sword up with her dwindling strength in a blocking motion, both gloved hands gripping it tightly. There was an unseen clang of steel, followed by a subtle shocking sensation, and suddenly Ash’s left suspender felt heavier.
Biting her bee-stung lower lip, Ashley already guessed what had happened. She looked up to see Felicia with her back turned, cockily pacing away from her foe. Her right suspender had been severed by the fencer’s too-quick-to-be-seen movements, but thanks to her training, Ash had brought up her sword in time to block the blow that would’ve cut the other.
“b*tch,” Ash muttered, her cheeks flushing slightly as she glanced down to see half of that lacy pink thong showing over her sculpted hip. The crowd was whistling fiercely and leaning in droves over the railing. Of course, the gleaming sphere above the arena showed a close up of the uncharacteristic garment in its smoky depths.
“Ooh, nice undergarments, ‘Iron Ash,” Felicia said, her voice dripping with amusement. “I understand you’re one of the only fighters to make it this far without showing any of us your naughty bits. Well that changes today, because I want to see…” During her taunts, Felicia began to wave her blade in what appeared to be some arcane symbol. As the gleaming rapier motioned through the air, a crackling rune of electric energy flared into view in front of her, and Ash suddenly locked up as the sword she was holding shocked her. Her jaw clenched – it was a painless, if uncomfortable sensation, but her arm was locked in place.
Struggling to keep up, Ashley tried to dodge to the side as Felicia flew past, sand kicking up in her wake. Without being able to swing her arm to block she was helpless to stop the swing, and suddenly her lower half felt a lot cooler… Sure enough, as Ash picked herself up, she found she was without those baggy pants of hers. The garment was pooled around her ankles, showing off fully those thick, toned legs of hers. “Dammit!” Ash hissed as she kicked the now useless pants off of her calf-boots, struggling with them for several seconds in the sand. The pants seemed designed to be a hassle to get over her footwear – no wonder they’d let her keep her favorite boots. Wordlessly, the fat announcer gestured in the air, and the viewing sphere lit up; the sight was Ashley’s shapely bubble-butt. Protected only by that sheer, lacy thong, her toned cheeks quivered slightly with each kick.
Felicia was approaching still, rather slowly now, rapier out to her side. “Any longer and you won’t even be able to lift your sword… which is where, by the way?”
Ashley’s eyes widened again – where had she dropped her sword? Somewhere in the chaos, and being shocked, and losing her pants, she’d dropped it into the sand. Sparkling blue eyes scanned the arena floor as she found herself weakly trotting away from her slowly stalking opponent. Her limbs seemed to be growing continually heavier.
“Pathetic!” her foe shouted, easily keeping up with her. “Look harder, knave!” Felicia’s rapier whooshed out in front of her in an arc, and the crowd heard the ‘pop’ of the flat of her blade hitting flesh. Yelping, Ashley jumped as she ran along, a long red welt appearing on her bare buttock. Unable to help but cackle now, the noble swordswoman whipped the flat of her blade back and forth a few times; each time the steel smacked Ashley’s exposed bottom, there was the sound of a little static electricity and, of course, the loud spank.
“This has gotta be a huge embarrassment for Ashley, folks, getting trounced just right from the get-go…” said the announcer.
Ashley held back tears as her foe criss-crossed her ass with long wide red marks. Where was that damn sword? She was powerless without it. All of her spells somehow or another included that blade.
“Yawn,” Felicia said boredly, pretending to yawn. “I suppose I’ll just finish this quickly then, if you’re not willing to put up a fight…”
There! Ash’s eyes narrowed as she caught a glint of her sword’s pommel sticking out of the sand. Some luck, finally. Making a mad dash and a dive for it, Ashley went straight into the sand in front of her and onto her knees. Her gloved hand found the hilt of the broadsword, comforting as it was, and grinned widely as she went to scramble away from her no doubt pursuing foe. As she began to get up off all fours, she felt a most uncomfortable sensation, though. Her already racing heart skipped a beat, and her stomach sank as she felt the pinch of her thong biting into her sensitive areas, as if it were caught on something and stretched out behind her.
“Tsk tsk,” Felicia clucked behind her. “I wouldn’t move if I were you,” the noble taunted. Risking a slow turn of her head to look behind her, eyes full of dread, she saw that indeed Felicia was standing right behind her, that shiny rapier seemingly aimed at her ass. Her eyes followed the blade down to see that the noble girl had slid the tip of her steel beneath that thong of hers, presumably as she was recovering her own sword, and had twisted the thing a few times to wrap up the waistband of her undergarment in it. Essentially, the way the blade was twisted through the back of her thong, a simple flick of the wrist could rip the thing off. With a teasing little yank of her sword arm, Felicia caused that pink lace to bite deep into Ashley’s pussy and deepen the wedgie that was developing.
“Ahh!” Ashley yelped, clutching her sword tightly but not daring to move. What was Felicia getting at here..?
“Drop your sword, peasant,” commanded the girl. “It’s over.” But even as she spoke, though she kept a steady hand on that rapier, she’d moved her body closer, to right behind the girl. “I understand you might want to hang onto such a pretty set of panties, given the rags you’re usually wearing…” And sure enough, the noble’s dainty hand cupped Ashley’s crotch, teasing, delicate fingertips fanned out and tracing along her folds.
“Nnh!” Ash whimpered uncomfortably, cheeks darkening to beet red as she squirmed. She hated such a helpless feeling. Her hand tightened on that sword, still.
“Spread your legs, wench!” Felicia brought her bare hand firmly down on the girl’s already tender ass, prompting her to indeed do as she said and part her sculpted thighs. “You getting all of this, Enferia..?” She tilted her head up to ask the crowd as the announcer nodded and gestured frantically to the unseen crew behind the viewing sphere. Its glassy surface now reflected a rather close up shot of between Iron Ashley’s legs – that bright pink lace was practically lost between two puffy labia, and dark brunette pubic curls were showing clearly around the edges of the stretched thong. Felicia was laughing, hard.
“Let it be known that I, Felicia Beaumont, was the first to expose this little girl playing at swords…” and as she began to tug the thong further away, the viewing sphere gave a delightful peek at the tender pink edges of Ashley’s tightened little asshole.
“And now you’re more common than ever before…” she was musing, as Ashley suddenly disappeared from view, the sand beneath them ever-so-subtly kicked up. Felicia’s eyes widened this time, for when she glanced at the tip of her sword, the remnants of that lacy pink garment still dangled from it. Wherever Ashley was, she was without them. How had she gotten so fast..?
“Ha! It’s useless, wh*r*!” Felicia spat in a rather unladylike manner, her own cold slits narrowing in search of her opponent. Keep your cool, Felicia… As she blindly swung her sword about a few times in anticipation of an approaching foe, the crowd hushed as Ashley shimmered into view behind her, broadsword held out to the side. Her perfect buttocks were still on display, though her bush was currently hidden between the two of them as she reached down with the tip of her sword and gently tapped either of Felicia’s boots. Felicia’s head snapped up in realization that the girl was behind her and twisted about to swing at her. When she did, however, her now metallic boots stuck firmly in place in the sand beneath her. With all her momentum put into the swing, she clumsily went off balance and fell right onto her derriere in the sand. Grunting, she yanked her legs futilely, but found her boots were heavier than lead and rather resembled it, rooting her in place.
“Cheap tricks won’t win this for you, commoner! What’ve you done to my boots..?” she spat, whipping her sword around threateningly.
“There’s a reason I’m called Iron Ashley,” she replied coolly, appearing a safe distance in front of the woman and doing her best to appear unashamed of her exposed girl parts. She did have her top, after all, though it clung to her sweaty, pert breasts, and her boots made her bottomlessness look all the more ridiculous. But it was something, right? She told herself.
“One of my many magical talents is the transmutation of iron and all things metal. That’s all you need to know right now,” Ash said loudly as she raised her broadsword to her chest and muttered a few magic syllables.
“But my boots aren’t… agh!” Felicia was cut off as, from the sand beneath the noble girl and unseen to most of the crowd, there rattled up a snaking chain of iron links that slid beneath the bottom of Felicia’s shirt near the small of her back and emerged from the back of her collar. Looping into the sand and going down to the small of her back again, the quickly shooting chain made this circuit several times until Felicia was firmly bound to the ground by the back of her top. With several lengths of chain between her skin and her shirt in the back, the thin garment was getting rather strained at the front. Both the buttons on her vest and on her blouse were struggling to stay shut, such that it had almost become hard for the noble to breathe.
“You… b*tch…” she breathed, raising her sword arm in the motions of the rune she’d drawn earlier. When complete it would shock Ash senseless yet again.
“I wouldn’t do that,” Ash said, looking down at the noble on her back in the sand, the flat of her boots still firmly rooted to the ground.
“Silence! You don’t get to tell me what to do, peasant!” came forth the expected venom as she completed the rune in the air, which flared a bright white-blue with electricity. Right before it glowed to completion, though, Felicia began to shout, eyes wide. It appeared the lightning rune unraveled, and as it did, the energy rippled through Felicia, chains rattling. The shocking and firing sparks went on for a good five, ten seconds as Ash watched pitilessly, and the crowd let out an excited “ooh!”
At the culmination of the backfiring lighting, Felicia more clearly came into view. Her back was arched, her straight, beautiful fine blond hair was frizzy and disheveled, and her face was twisted in rage and indignation. More noticeably, though, were the buttons on her shirt, which began to pop. The vest buttons went first, in rapid succession, a quick 1-2-3 before the white shirt beneath showed. Her blouse was already strained too much, as was revealed – the spaces between the buttons were stretched wide open, showing vast expanses of creamy flesh beneath. The unexpected cleavage drew an enormous gasp from the crowd – the size of those massive flesh orbs was starting to become apparent.
“You’ve just charged up all the iron I put on you with lightning. I’m afraid if you arch your back any less it’s going to shock you again…” Ashley quietly explained. Felicia’s face had paled now as she realized, arching her back in her awkward position, what she’d just walked into.
“Dammit,” she muttered, cringing as she realized she had to rest her back for just a second, immediately being jolted back into that arched position and stressing those buttons. *POP* came the buttons, and that blouse exploded wide open to either side. Double D breasts came pouring out and jiggling back and forth on her otherwise slender torso. Pale, light pink nipples, oversized and soft on her breasts, immediately began to stiffen as the light wind in the arena tickled across them. The noble girl’s fair skin flushed red with embarrassment as she struggled, each time she brushed the chains causing her to bounce and wiggle, waving those newly exposed breasts about.
“I think it’s safe to say we’re all pleasantly surprised, folks…” the announcer chuckled. “Let’s all give those beautiful breasts she’s been trying so hard to hide a round of applause..!” The noble blushed harder as the crowd clapped its approval.
Just as Felicia thought she was getting free – her shirt had come to pieces after all – she looked up in time to see Ashley weaving another spell with her sword.
“It’s over, soft little noble,” the girl was saying as she stuck her sword in the ground. As she did, the incantation was finished, and she glared at the noble girl with fierce, glowing blue eyes. The boots Felicia was wearing now seemed to obey Ashley’s whims, for they yanked the noble forward hard, sending her onto her feet and inadvertently causing the rapier to fly from her hands. Disoriented, disheveled, and topless, Felicia tried to keep her head about her, but her face was positively burning at the thought of all these common folk ogling her breasts. Knowing it was a faux pas but unable to help herself, she threw a slender arm over those massive, pillowy breasts of hers, barely managing to cover the nipples with one arm.
“No! Stop looking!” she shouted at them, struggling to stay balanced in boots she couldn’t control. Ashley snapped her fingers in rhythm, and the animated boots tapped, stomped, and otherwise began to dance for her.
“Whoa..!” Felicia wobbled, being forced to take her hands off her breasts and wave them in the air for balance purposes. The crowd was in uproarious laughter at this. The noble girl was hopping about, feet kicking despite her best efforts, and intentionally sending those mounds of flesh colliding into one another as the boots enacted some common drinking dance.
“Stop! Ahh!” Felicia shrieked as she went back and forth from trying to cover her ridiculously bouncing tits to waving her arms for balance. Eventually, brimming with pure rage, she dared to lean forward and tug and one of her feet, stuck in those leaden boots. It almost came out, too, except that Ashley was waiting for this with a smirk.
“Perfect,” Iron Ashley mused, gesturing with her sword and giving the boots a command. As Felicia was bent over at the waist, tugging feebly at one of her calves in an attempt to get it out of her treacherous footwear, the boots suddenly shot out to either side of her, forcing her into a split. Sand went flying at the suddenness of the motion, which drew a gasp from Felicia as she inadvertently showcased her flexibility. The girl’s crotch was but a few inches above the ground, the seam running along her pussy finally seeming to strain.
“Nh… no!” Felicia shouted, twisting weakly but unable to slip out of the split she’d been forced into. She’d ‘sat’ up straight, now, and opted to cover her breasts again, crossing her arms over the fleshy pillows as she scanned the immediate area for her blade. With it, she could escape this ridiculous situation.
“Looking for this..?” Ashley said as she did a bit of her own taunting, circling the woman. The noble’s eyes widened in outrage as she saw the common girl, the smith’s daughter, holding the blade of her noble lineage in the hand opposite her sword.
“You! You…” the girl quivered with rage, tears of frustration welling up in her eyes as the seam at the top of her pants in the back gently gave way, splitting an inch or so very slowly… “How are you able to move!”
“Shh, you’ve underestimated me enough. A little shock wasn’t enough to keep me stunned… especially after what you said about me…” Ashley said coolly as she walked behind the noble girl, who was still attempting to stay covered. Gently, she pressed the tip of the blade between her shoulder blades, causing her to yelp and bend forward gradually.
“Lower. Lower… lower. Put those big milkbags on the sand, princess,” Ashley commanded, giving her little stinging pokes with the sword to encourage her. Yelping with each poke, Felicia reluctantly bent forward, with agonizing slowness. For the further she bent, the more that uncomfortable seam bit into her cunny; as the viewing screen soon revealed to the crowd, her womanly folds were pressed rather tightly against that thin line of stitching.
“Gods, you must have a big puss, too. Much credit to the seam of those pants. I simply must contact your tailor,” Ashley said mockingly. Indeed, the seam had only run a few more inches as the girl bent forward, her soft buttocks spilling out bit by bit.
“That looks awfully uncomfortable, let me help you.” And with a flick of the girl’s own rapier, Ashley tapped ever so gently on the taut seam, causing it to split completely from front to back. The crowd roared, and the point of view on the screen above zoomed closer. The noble girl was given no undergarments today, as the split two halves of her pants quickly showed. There had been nothing between her and her breeches save for fuzzy, light blond bush. Peeking from between bright golden curls were the delicate, glistening folds of her fat pussy, slightly parted from being bent at such an angle. Her brown eye was tender and tight, like Ashley’s, but with her slim buttocks spread out there was nothing to keep the audience from getting a good stare at it. Sobbing outright now, Felicia moved her hands from her breasts instinctively to cover her face and shut her eyes tight.
“Looks like someone could use a shave down there! It would seem the servants at House Beaumont need to work on making sure they trim all the hedges..!” laughed the announcer.
“Nooo! I surrender, please no more!”
“Crying already? Pathetic.”
And Ash grinned as she stood to the side of Felicia and raised the flat of her broadsword threateningly, glancing to the crowd for approval, before bringing it down in one hard, stinging slap across her ass. The force of the blow sent the noble’s breasts bouncing up in a generous arc, almost hitting her in the face as she squealed and jumped in reaction.
This happened a few more times in rapid succession – Ashley was getting her ass nice and pink for good measure, even going so far as to reach down and swat at her with a gloved hand one or two times. Felicia’s eyes widened and finally peeked out from behind her fingertips as she felt those gloved hands grip her slender ass, spreading cheeks as much as they could.
“A gracious winner, for certain, folks… let’s give Iron Ashley a round of applause!” The crowd clapped gratefully as they let the image of Lady Felicia Beaumont’s spread nethers burn into their mind. “Lets see what she’s got in store for her next…? That’s definitely some more metal transmutation… Oh my!” and even the announcer began to laugh at what Ashley was doing, unseen to the noble.
Felicia struggled to try and look behind her to see what Ash was up to – she heard some chanting and the sound of magical energy flaring behind her. Then, suddenly, a cold, hard sensation pressed against her c*nt, spreading it open and thrusting slowly inside.
“Nnh… Ahh!” Felicia let out a sound like a low moan crossed with a whimper. The entire arena crowd cheered delightedly at the sound and continued to clap. Ashley remained silent as the cold, heavy phallus began to work its way in and out of Felicia’s apparently wet cunny. The noble girl’s eyes had shut tight again, her cheeks burning with shame at the evidence of her arousal.
“Wow…” Ashley finally said. “You really did wanna see my naughty bits, didn’t you..? Got you all worked up…” the smith’s daughter bit down hard on her full lower lip coyly as she continued to pleasure her with the mysterious object. “Take a look up at the viewing sphere, go on. It might make you hotter. You see, I decided your sword was more appropriate in this form, given your skill with it…”
Eyes widening in horror, Felicia’s head shot up to check the sphere displaying her penetration above to have her fears confirmed. The clearly recognizable gold basket hilt of her sword was sticking out from between her thighs, but where its blade should have been was an almost foot long metal dildo. She’d turned her precious sword into a damned sex toy..!
“Nnah!” she moaned again, inadvertently, as Ashley gently twisted and wiggled the ‘blade’ about inside her soaked pussy.
“But you’re loving it! Why the shocked face..?” Ashley taunted, withdrawing the impromptu dildo and patting her ass with it a few times. “See? It’s nice and slick, which you’ll appreciate much more in a few seconds.
The horror on Felicia’s face only grew deeper as she watched the images above – it was the only way she could see clearly – the head of that metal phallus was aimed right at her asshole! She found herself panting gently and feeling rather empty, though. For a moment, she wished her c*nt still had something in it…
Nonsense! She thought. I’m a proper noble wo-“Ahh! Please!” she cut herself off as the slick, rounded head of the once-sword pushed firmly on her resisting pucker. Inch by inch, that shiny metal cock pressed its way into her oh-so-tight anus. When it was a good four, five inches in Ashley stopped, mercifully, as Felicia panted into the sand, blond hair pooled beneath her head. Giving her a few moments to ‘adjust,’ Ashley walked around in front of the girl, where she was lying with her legs still spread at near a 180 degree angle. Felicia noted she was still bottomless as she stood before her. The sight of her opponent’s lightly furred brunette pussy was not lost on her… she’d only wanted to see it from the standpoint of the victor. Weakly, she propped herself up on her forearms, looking up defeated as if to say What now?
She was answered as Ashley grabbed a handful of the loser's hair, a little roughly, to guide that statuesque face of hers towards her own moist c*nt. Of course, arena contestants ordinarily didn’t have to be turned on by whatever degradations they put the loser through, but it seemed to be the case this time. Or so Felicia found out, eyes wide, as her pretty little thin lips opened up just in time to get a mouthful of that pussy. Her muffled cry of “mmph!” went unheard as Ashley giggled, running fingers through her new pet’s hair as she continued to squirm and wiggle that hilt protruding from her ass…

* * *

“Wow,” Sharessa breathed, witnessing the end of the match as she crowded next to the window with Halia.
“Yep. See? It coulda been a lot worse for ya. We could have to fight one of those spell-sword-wizard people, and they could’ve gone all-out on ya,” Halia mused.
“ ‘All-out?’ Are you saying that witch went easy on me? You didn’t see the things she made me do once we…“ blushing hard, she trailed off just as the guards nearby shouted.
“All right, bath time!” came the gruff voice, and Halia squealed loudly as she grabbed her new friend by the wrist to drag her around once again…

so, where does everyone want it to go from here? I could continue to do a number of x vs y scenarios, with a number of recurring characters... or do we want some semblance of plot..?

I prefer a plot myself, any possibilities you have in mind?

Felt the right girl won and you kept it diffirent from the other fight, do love the announcer!

Very very funny! :)

Some ideas that popped in my mind reading:
1) a rogue-ninja and a cleric, and you covered all the main fantasy figures :D
2) Sharessa must train to this kind of fight: now she knows only to throw fireball, she must learn to trash off clothes with her magic. Do you show us her progresses?
3) Do you think there will be in the future a round all-against-the-monster? Some ladies against a monster bound to strip off and not to kill (a Dragon o a Beholder, to stay in classics)?

WOW
 

your doing AMAZING already:D

That is encouraging, thanks for the praise. I've got a good chunk of the next chapter or two, i'll see about finishing up and uploading as soon as I get a chance.

Great news, look forward to it

been a while! ch 3
 

Ch III No Rest for the Weary

“Wake up, harlot.”
Sharessa was subject to yet another rude awakening, this one in the form of a bucket of cold water. The elf’s eyes snapped open as the icy splash washed over her, and she quickly sat up with a shriek. Shivering hard, she cringed and hopped out of her bed, looking around in confusion and tried to shake off the freezing cold water.
“Yes, you, prisoner…” came the cold woman’s voice. Wiping the sleep from her eyes and getting her bearings, Sharessa looked up at the woman from which the voice came, standing a little outside the bars of her cell. There were two of the heavily armored female royal guards that the queen fancied standing behind her, but Sharessa hardly noticed. She did, however, immediately recognize the black clad woman.
Driana was one of the queen’s loyal ‘servants,’ as far as she knew, but what a figure she cut. The dark haired beauty’s velvety black cloak barely concealed her hourglass figure, complete with toned, supple hips, a tiny waist with a sculpted stomach, and almost perfectly round, ample breasts. All of this lovely body was covered in a skin tight black material, a sort of cat suit that came up to the collar of her cloak. Sharessa’s heart raced a little bit when she saw her… even though she sort of envied the woman for her full figure, the last time they’d met was under rather terrible circumstances.
“Slide your arms through the bars prisoner,” came the stern order from Driana. A group of prisoners from across let out a chorus of conspiratorial "ooohs" from their cell as Driana gave the command, as if to make the girl's anxiety worse. She did as she was told, and some manacles were slapped on her wrists. Sharessa couldn’t have pulled her arms out from the bars now if she wanted to. That helpless feeling, it was coming back… it was just like when she first met her, under those very terrible circumstances…

At one point, it seemed so long ago now, Sharessa had charmed the queen with her politeness and masterful etiquette, having been granted an audience with her.
“Sharessa from the west, you stand before me now not just as a visitor to my fine country, but as a representation of your people. Long has it been that an elf of full blood has come to the capital of Enferia.”
Queen Syndra was the very embodiment of grace, style, and dread. If she so chose, a mere gaze from her amber eyes could reduce most people to a sobbing heap on the floor. On this particular occasion, as Sharessa knelt a few steps below the queen in her grand throne room, where everything was marble columns and gold and fine silks, Syndra was dressed in an even finer robe of white lace and gold trim and silk ties. For a queen, it was a bit revealing – the lower part of the robe, or the skirt of it, came down to her mid thigh on one side and just above her knee on the other. A healthy amount of jewelry hung from her arms and around her neck as well, highlighting the cleavage of the voluptuous ruler. And with all of her light colored garments and platinum or gold jewelry, that fiery scarlet hair of hers, that silky red mane, stood out all the more. Her hair was easily one of her more striking features – it was thick and lustrous and curly, and it perfectly framed her fair features. The dark red of her pouty lips and the strange reddish color of her eyes matched this as well – the queen made no secret of her vanity and obsession with her own beauty.
Sharessa had made a little nervous mistake – she’d forgotten that her prized wand was hidden up her sleeve. It was a little habit of hers to keep it safe, for as she’d learned in her travels that if something looks valuable, people will try to steal it. She even fancied that one day she’d actually be able to flick her wrist the right way and have the wand perfectly slide into her palm, like those dashing wizard heroes in all the storybooks do. In any case it was a small miracle that she’d actually managed to accidentally sneak it in – security was no laughing matter in the palace.
“Rise, Sharessa… you and all your kind will be welcome henceforth,” the queen said in a loud, regal voice. As Sharessa looked up the few feet of stairs, her eyes widened ever so slightly at something she hadn’t expected to see. From her low vantage point (for she was rather petite, and kneeling rather low) she could see right up the somewhat short skirt the queen had chosen to wear that day. She couldn’t help but stare – the sheer white stockings were held up by a matching lacy garter belt, from what she could tell. And that thong, the way it clung to her and accentuated her… Sharessa blinked to try and play off her gawking, but ultimately the queen’s face gradually twisted up in shock and anger.
“Why… you…” nearly trembling with anger, Syndra glared with those twin hot pokers of eyes at Sharessa. The girl could only squeak a little, wide eyed – she found herself unable to speak.
“You would dare to do something so inappropriate to the queen of Enferia itself!”
Sharessa shook her head repeatedly, her ebon locks bobbing gently with the motion. Still unable to speak, the poor elf girl gestured emphatically with her hands. That was the biggest mistake she made that day, possibly ever. Inadvertently making the right gesture, and forgetting that her wand was up her sleeve, Sharessa accidentally invoked a spell. A powerful wind spell, it was, so powerful that the queen herself was caught by surprise and found her ‘skirt’ flipped straight up over her jeweled belt.
The queen’s unmentionables were on display, as that stream of wind held her skirt pinned against her body. The eyes of the guards in the room widened, some jaws dropped. Those lacy, sheer, form fitting white panties seemed to cling even tighter to Syndra’s pubic mound with all that wind blasting at it, and for a moment it seemed like the queen might lose her footing as her undergarments bit uncomfortably tight on her. Stocking clad thighs clamped together desperately.
The wind would stop though, abruptly, as Driana emerged from the shadows. A hand at her side was casually moving in the arcane gestures of some spell. Whatever it was had stopped the wind… and suddenly, Sharessa’s limbs felt very stiff. She had rather effortlessly and quietly used her magic, both to counter Sharessa’s powerful wind spell, and apparently at the same time had bound her up with some paralysis magic. At the time, Sharessa would’ve been more impressed at the ease with which she used such complex magic. However, she was both literally and figuratively petrified at the moment; her heart was racing and she was terrified. What had she done? What did she do to deserve such foul luck?
Helpless and stiff, Sharessa knew better than to do anything but shut her eyes tight and hope for the best. Driana’s husky voice was all to close to her ear then, a quiet buzz meant more for her new victim than for those around her. Driana slowly raised the magically held girl’s arms above her head, where they stayed straight up, unable to move.
“Since you have taken it upon yourself to gaze upon the queen’s… secrets, you would of course be so kind as to reveal yours to the court?” she purred. Sharessa could only squeak, her eyes shooting wide and wondering what exactly that could mean.
The young elf found out rather immediately, as the sensation of cool air on her bare skin overwhelmed her. With a heavy thwump, the thick robes she had been wearing fell to the ground and pooled around her ankles, leaving her in the lacy pink undergarments she’d worn that day – basically a silk bikini, tied at the sides. Sharessa dared to look around, at this point, to see how many people could look at her this way. There was, to her dread, a large number of hand servants, guards, and other guests staring in open shock and lust. The queen’s face was still a bit red from blushing, but a self-satisfied smirk sat on her full lips. Driana and the queen exchanged a knowing look, a silent nod, and the darkly clad woman reached up with a gloved hand to grip one of the strings on her top between her thumb and forefinger.
In an agonizingly slow movement, Driana drew her hand back, untying the string on the right side of her top. In an equally slow motion, as the right half hung loose and threatened to slip off of her modest breast, the serpentine woman untied the left string. All that was left was the tie behind her neck, as the two flaps of material dangled dangerously over each stiffening nipple. With one final nod of confirmation from the queen, the knot behind her neck was undone – this one quick and sudden, exposing those pert, little tits and rosy nipples. Just as the girl was stripped topless, the garment falling to the ground, Driana released her from the holding magic. The effect was that the girl was able to shriek in humiliation and fall to her knees, throwing her slender arms over her chest.
“Please forgive me..!” she managed to shout between growing sobs, bowing her head.
“Is this enough, my liege?” Driana asked the queen.
“No doubt this woman was sent here to humiliate me. I should have her ravaged and executed…” Syndra fumed, her eyes drinking up the sight of the huddled elf girl.
“Indeed, she deserves nothing less than a terrible fate, my wise queen. But what of the repercussions? Though lowly she may be, if the elves find out one of their own was executed here…”
“Do not patronize me, assassin,” she narrowed her eyes at the black-clad woman, who stood humbly with head bowed.
“However, you speak truth. Have her imprisoned and subjected to whatever humiliations you devise. I trust your judgment in this matter…”
“My queen is quite wise,” Driana said with the subtlest smirk, gesturing for the guards to take her away…

That seemed like so long ago. She’d been in this damned prison for days now, awaiting her next match and watching various fighters get humiliated through the bars of her cell window. Watching always gave her a funny feeling – a mixture of excitement and anxiety.
Right now, though, her thoughts were very much in the cell. The prisoners in the cell across had gone quiet, watching interestedly. The quivering girl was all too aware of her hands through the cell’s bars, manacled together, leaving her very helpless. Her cellmate, the half elf, was huddled up in the corner, watching the proceedings with a healthy bit of fear for Driana on her face. The bars clanged ominously as the cell opened up and a pair of the guards came to press Halia against the wall with their spears. Halia made no move to resist, and Driana slithered into the small room, right up behind the helpless Sharessa. The young elf girl was breathing heavily, and hazarded a backwards glance to confirm what she'd already felt on the back of her neck. That Driana woman was right behind her and gently breathing on her, hands just avoiding touching her hips. Sharessa gulped, shivering hard now and still dripping with the icy water.
"Shh, relax, little pet," the assasin cooed, and pushed her soft busom against her back. Sharessa's own modest chest was pressed up against the bars in front of her, facing the outside of the cell. "Now, stay very still..." Driana whispered, sliding a lecherous set of hands along the girl's wet but still clothed body. Was everyone in this damned kingdom some kind of pervert? She was beginning to think so.
"Ow!" she squeaked as hands suddenly tweaked the buds of her nipples. They'd grown quite hard from the cold, and perhaps from excitement, but she wasn't humoring that notion. The assasin was rather vigorously massaging her breasts and whispering indeciperable taunts right in her ear, drawing heavy panting from the elf girl, who had her face pressed against the cold steel of her prison bars. She didn't feel quite so cold anymore, she realized.
"Please... stop..." Sharessa whimpered, her eyes drifting shut as the black-clad woman pressed up against her continued to whisper sweet nothings and molest her. Was it sweet nothings? No, it was some kind of spell! She perked her head up as she realized what was happening, the assasin weaving some kind of spell on her... her... breasts..?
With a final loud chant, which echoed sharply in her ear, the assasin finished her spell and reached up to the top of Sharessa's damp prisoner robes. With her hands chained and through the bars, the thoroughly humiliated elf girl was helpless to prevent her top being yanked down to her waist. The garment tore, quite easily, and would've yanked her off her feet if not for her hands through the bars catching. She grunted in discomfort as she found herself pressed up against the bars again by the woman behind her, who was massaging those breasts again now. The prisoners across the way hooted and whistled, pressing themselves up against the bars to get a better look. Sharessa's cute little breasts were as pale as ever, with those dark pink nipples of hers tightened into aroused little buds.
"N-no, please..! You can't... what did you do..?" Sharessa whimpered, beginning to feel a bit funny. She was heady, and her breasts were tingling. She could hear Halia gasp nearby from beneath the oppressive spear shafts of the two guards in their cell. Looking down, Sharessa saw why, and felt why -- her breasts had swollen, or were swelling, rather unnaturally. Though they pace was slow enough, she could tell. Her nipples were puffy and protruding now, subject to the occasional ruthless tweak from the devilish woman tormenting her. Soon, her small B cups were ample, perky handfuls in the assasin's gloved hands. She let out no shortage of moans and whimpering during the slow process, cringing and squirming away from the eyes of the other prisoners and trying to constantly wiggled out of her captor's grip, but to no avail.
"They're... so sensitive...! What kind of spell..." and her words were cut off by a gasp as the assasin took her chin in her hand, turned her head, and placed a swift, firm kiss on her lips. As the honeyed taste of Driana's snakelike tongue slipped into her mouth, Sharessa realized that this was the final seal on the assasin's spell. The kiss would stop her breasts from growing any bigger, though they felt like big melons on her chest now, and felt they must look ridiculous on her. The fact that the kiss was part of her spell didn't stop her from drawing it out, and massaging the girl's tongue with her own. By the time she pulled her plump lips away, leaving Sharessa breathless, she'd have estimated that those once modest breasts had swollen to D's, easily. Rosy pink nipples were puffy and tender, darkened from the constant teasing, but ever aching for more.
"This is a gift," Driana finally explained, cupping both of Sharessa' breasts, which hung obscenely through the bars of her cell. "Everyone loves a girl with larger breasts," she explained matter of factly, "isn't that right?" she continued, addressing the prisoners across the way. The group of women in the cell across were a little rougher than Halia and Sharessa, all things considered, but were still obviously chosen for their appearance and participation in the games. They probably had spent a bit more time and had... gotten used to the company of other women. So it was with no shame or disguising their lust that they oogled those enhanced breasts, some touching themselves or each other lewdly. "All of the audience will love you this much more!" Driana taunted, squeezing the ultra-senstive tits. Sharessa truly thought she was going to faint, and then Driana began to jiggle the perky bouncing globes in her hands to emphasize her point.
As she was literally losing consciousness from shock and humiliation, and perhaps the bodily stress caused by the spell, she heard Driana muttering.
"Aw, the poor little bird's actually feinting. I wonder how she's going to fare when she sees what we have for her to wear in her next match..."
and with those last words in her ears, Sharessa's eyes fluttered shut.

Great Addition...
 

...to a great series! Thanks!

Nice set up for next episode and lovely backstory

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something to whet the tastebuds
 

The next installment is almost fully written, so I've decided to throw this teaser/intro-to-next-chapter out there to whet the taste buds and keep some activity going on this particular board. Hope you enjoy.

Chapter IV: Sharessa and Halia VS Jhira and Brianne

THWACK!
The slapping noise echoed throughout the Beaumont household, as the noble girl Felicia Beaumont continued to receive 'discipline' at the hand of her mother for the disgrace she'd put her house through. She had been defeated in the arena, stripped, and humiliated in front of thousands of people. Currently her mother, Lucia, had her slender teenage daughter bent over her knee and was doing something she hadn't done to her since she was a child -- spank the hells out of her. This was far different, though. The object with which Felicia was being spanked was rather unorthodox -- a long, thin, steel phallus that had once been her sword. It was totally blunt now though, thanks to that blacksmith's daughter and her transmutations.
THWACK!
Her skinny ass was bright red and shining before the sight of her servants, her mother's personal attendants, the stable hand outside the window, and some of the kitchen staff who were bringing in tea, and any other general loose servants that "happened" to be passing through the open room in the course of their duties.
"Lucia, Mother...?" she whimpered in protest, tears in her eyes, hoping finally it might stop. "Haven't I paid enough..?" She was answered with a nice...
THWACK!
"Ahh!" she squealed, wiggling over her mother's knee. Lucia Beaumont was as beautiful as her daughter, and very similar in appearance, only about a decade and a half older. Her breasts were equally well developed, ample mounds, though she took more effort to showcase them than her daughter. As was her fashion, she sported a deep blue corset and wore her long platinum blond hair up in an elaborate braid set with jewelry. With ice white eyes that matched her daughter's, she coldly continued to bring the blunt, stick-like phallic sword across Felicia's ass with the practiced grace of a master swordswoman, as if giving some sort of lewd instruction.
"Do you know why this is happenening to you, my daughter?" she quietly intoned.
"Yes mother! I understand!" she shouted, tears streaming down her bright red face.
"So you understand that you not only disgraced us by flaunting yourself like a common wh*r*, but by losing to some skilless common trash?"
"Yee-heesss..." she sobbed.
"Good. Now that the world knows about your ample teats you'll no longer be hiding them in little boy clothes. I've replaced your wardrobe with something that will announce your acceptance of your... womanly figure." Her mother explained matter of factly, standing Felicia on her feet. The girl was skinny, tall, and big breasted. Meekly, she cupped her large tits and did her best to move a slender thigh in front of her privates.
"Ugh! So modest all of a sudden. You DO know it's considered weak for one who fights in the arena to show shame, DON'T YOU? Now half the kingdom's seen your nethers -- your shyness will disgrace us again if you're allowed back in the arena. What am I saying? Of COURSE they'll let you back in, they LOVE when noble households lose to those without proper training or the benefit of the best tutelage available."
Felicia did the best job she could of hiding her rolling eyes as the servants laid out a selection of positively sl*tty bodices and dresses with low cut fronts. Upon seeing them, she gulped hard, and her heart fluttering at the prospect of now putting her once secret breasts on display.
"Oh, and we're having this hideous thing melted down and reforged -- there's no using it like this... unless you'd prefer it, you sl*t," Lucia spat, narrowing her eyes at her daughter.
"And while we're on the subject of your womanhood... since the likelihood of it being seen by the masses again is pretty high given your ineptitude with a sword, we'll be having the servants groom you today. Ingred? Razor."
The graceful noblewoman gestured as she paced along the revealing line of dresses, her daughter shifting uncomfortably in place. Eventually, a plump servant woman shuffled in with, surely enough, some shaving supplies. When Felicia began to put together what was about to occur, her eyes widened and she cupped her fuzzy crotch with both hands.
"M-Mother, really it's okay, I won't lose again!" she pleaded.
"Yes yes, of course you won't. I'm going to see to that. But you might lose your bottoms. Now get on that stool and spread your legs. Like I said... everyone's seen it. It's no big deal anymore. Now DO IT!" she barked suddenly, brooking no objection.
Felicia tenderly sat upon the rough wooden stool, her bottom stinging horribly and half hanging over the side. With trembling thighs, she spread her knees apart for the very nonchalant servant. The fat older woman guffawed at the sight of her shivering and brushed at her furry patch of soft, light blond hair with some sort of shaving paste. Outside, that dopey looking stablehand was still watching, slack jawed. Felicia shut her eyes tight.
"Alright, Ingred, I trust you to make sure my daughter's cunny is presentable for when she inevitably loses her pants again... and Felicia, I must say, the only thing I'd hate worse than our house being shamed is for the one responsible to go unpunished. That goes for you AND the smith's girl. I'll be going to the arena, daughter, to see your future competition. I suggest that once your matters of hygeine are taken care of that you get back to practice, lest you make an even bigger fool of our family when you fight again in a few weeks."

Heh, poor Felicity. Enjoyable build up, look forward to seeing where this goes.

Chapter IV: Sharessa and Halia vs Jhira and Brianne
 

Sharessa did her best to breathe slowly, blinking every couple of seconds as if expecting to wake from some dream. The sun was beating down directly on the arena, though she was huddled in the shade by the portcullis, she was sweating profusely.
"C'mon, don't be so glum, sweet! You gotta get yourself angry! Grr! Get ready!" Halia chirped next to her, her 'angry' voice as unconvincing as Sharessa would have expected from the sprightly little redhead. It was so easy for her to say -- she was given SOME kind of respectable clothing. The short, lightly freckled girl with pigtails sported a light green tunic that was a few sizes too small, even for her. If she weren't quite so petite the bottom of her arse cheeks would no doubt be hanging out. With the exception of some long gloves and leather boots, that seemed to be all the half elf girl was wearing. All the same she made an exaggerated gesture of cracking her knuckles and giving a sidelong wink at her.
Sharessa, on the other hand, had not gotten such a generous wardrobe. Thus, she was crouched in the shadowy corner by the gate where the arena fighters were allowed in. Halia pouted at her.
"If you don't come on out yourself, then I gotta DRAG you out. It won't be so bad. It won't be so bad! We're working as a team! C'mon! Don't leave me out there by myself..." she pleaded. Sharessa sighed, knowing the inevitable was upon her. She meekly stepped out into the sunlight, and the arena goers roared as the viewing sphere shimmered into view far above the middle of the arena floor. The fat little arena announcer shuffled forward and boomed his grand introductions with a wave of his many jeweled hand.
"Here they are, fair people of Enferia! Two aspiring arena combatants, one half an elf, and the other, a FULL elf hailing from the west. Both of them fighting for their freedom for laws broken, both of them beautiful magicians...! We give you, Halia and Sharessa..!"
The din of the crowd soared as the viewing sphere presented its close up view of Sharessa entering the sunlight. Perhaps the ones who saw her last fight were the most astounded, for when they last saw her naked she was small breasted. Now that potion the queen's assassin had rubbed on her had swollen her breasts enough to spill out of all but the most generous bodice.
Sadly for her, she had no bodice, only a thin strip of stretchy white cloth that ran horizontally around her chest like a mockery of a halter top. Her creamy, perky, now ample slightly-more-than-handful breasts were pressed to her chest and threatening to snap the flimsy material at any minute. And to make matters worse, despite the tightness of the stretchy fabric, it provided no support. The littlest gesture, even walking, sent the fleshy mounds rippling. The crowd was in an utter fervor. The bawdy populace was surging to the rail of the arena, the magic wards the only thing keeping them from spilling in.
Sharessa's pants might have been considered merciful -- they were thick and baggy and tucked into large faded black boots. The belt, she suspected, was made a size too large -- the thick leather thing and its brass buckle felt like it was doing more to make her pants try and fall down than keep them up. Her slim elvish hips, while they had some curvature to them, simply allowed the heavy pants to hang too far below her navel than she was comfortable with. Her delicately pronounced hip bones were visible, as was the top bit of her ass crack. Beneath the lazy, heavy pants, she did have some sort of undergarment, if you could call it that... but she couldn't think about it too much -- she'd be even more distracted. She could not act as if it were possible she'd be seen in that thing.
"Facing the two criminals today... are two proud warriors, coming to us to prove their prowess and gain glory. The first hails from the exotic jungle folk of the south, and she fights with amazing sorcery! ...said to bend reality and turn the minds of her opponents to her whims. I give you, Jhira!" the announcer boomed over the constant roar as the confident looking, tall, dark skinned goddess strode forth. She wore ridiculous arena garb well, as was often required of the fighters; the sunlight, as she walked into it, shone brightly on the pink satin ribbons that encased her entire, flawless form in strategic strips. One went over her generous breasts and tied at the front, reminding Sharessa of her own garment in a way. The other ribbons seemed to criss cross her hips and crotch a number of times -- the bows were layered over one another, some with ties on her sculpted hips, and she thought she saw one between her slender thighs. With the exception of the ribbons she was nude -- her dark skin contrasting sharply with the pretty pink material. Sharessa blinked, taken aback by her beauty. Glimmering with confidence, sapphire blue eyes in the deeply bronze beauty's face scanned the arena and immediately fell upon the hapless, trembling elf. Sharessa's heart fluttered and she found herself crossing her arms over her breasts, flesh constantly threatening to pool out, or let a nipple slip.
"The other warrior hails from the north, fighting with amazing magical strength and steel, said to be able to deflect spells with the back of her hand, I give you... Brianne!" Applause erupted from the crowd as the second warrior strode out the gate across from Halia and Sharessa. She was fairly armored, was the first thing Sharessa noticed with a gulp. A sturdy iron breastplate was strapped over her chest, flattening it some, but closer inspection would reveal that the armor seemed to have been put together from different, mismatched sets. The piecemeal steel garment still made Sharessa's magic sense tingle, it no doubt afforded some protection against her sort of magic. She might have thought it unfair, to let people bring in such things, if they hadn't let her keep her wand. Though she'd mashed her arms over her tits, she kept the slender piece of wood firmly gripped in her palm the whole time.
The armored warrior woman was attractive as well, though she was almost the opposite of her ally in appearance otherwise. Her stature was short and athletic, as opposed to tall and model-esque. Brianne wore no helmet, so it was visible that her dirty blond hair was cut short in a practical, boyish style instead of Jhira's long black ponytail bound up with coral and beads, and her fierce brown eyes were dark and serious instead of aloof, haughty, and amused. Gripping a plain steel longsword in her gauntlet covered hand, she raised the blade to her chest in a salute as Sharessa haplessly took her opponents in.
"Th-these are the people we have to... to...?" she began, stammering.
"Strip?" Halia offered cheerily, waving to the crowd all the while with a big infectious grin. "That's right my dear! The main garments gotta come off. Don't worry about the swordy one. I got her, just get the jungle witch out of those ribbons," and a giggle escaped her lips as she bowed low to her opponents, sweeping one arm low in front of her. Suddenly, she looked up, aghast -- her ass was plainly showing from beneath the hem of her ultra short tunic, the chubby little cheeks jiggled as she gasped. As the crowd roared its approval, she suddenly dropped the surprised look for an exaggerated, mockingly coy look, and she bit her finger as she winked at the crowd. The roars multiplied to a nearly deafening degree. Smiling in thanks for their appreciation of her little show, Halia stood up and smoothed out her tunic, covering her adorable little bum with both hands.
"You knew that would happen..." Sharessa muttered under the din. "Does that get them to like you...?" she spoke slowly, as if slowly trying to understand the concept. "Have you no shame?"
"Yup! and actually, hehe..." Halia's cheeks were bright red. "My heart felt like it was going to pop out of my chest! Yes it's embarrassing, but don't you like the thrill, the attention?" her eyes danced as she spoke.
"That... says a lot about you," Sharessa remarked distantly, as if deep in thought for a moment. Her moment was abruptly broken by the announcer's cry of:
"Without any further ado! Let's get them naked! BEGIN!!"
And suddenly things were happening. Halia was sprinting off towards the armored woman, kicking up sand as she went, while the warrior woman stood still with her sword held high in some kind of combat pose. Immediately, the sorceress across from her, the exotic jungle witch, began weaving some kind of spell. As she chanted, her eyes lit up bright, like lightning, and she seemed to become weightless. The ribbon clad figure hovered about a foot above the ground, toes pointed down, her hair drifting about her head like she was underwater. Between her palms, force energy began to ripple and accumulate.
Sharessa focused. What's that spell? Some kind of barrier, she decided. So her opponents were playing it defensive. Then I have to act quickly! Whipping her wand out, she channeled as much energy as she could into a single shot, hoping it would be quick enough. The enormous sphere of blue force shot from her outstretched wand and went roaring through the sand at the jungle witch. Right before the blast hit her, her eyes lit up and energy flashed around her. There was an enormous explosion of sand, and Sharessa stood breathless. The crowd quieted a bit, impressed by the display of magic.
"That's the spell she used on me... and it took a lot to bring her to that point." Christie mused from the stands. Peasant number one's eyes widened as he turned and realized THE Grey Witch happened to be sitting next to him this whole time, unnoticed. "She's getting better..!" she smiled with full, pink lips and proceeded to instantly vanish from sight. Peasant number two smacked his agape friend absently, "you're missing it!" he shouted over the crowd. Peasant number one blinked, frozen in awe. "Grey witch... sitting right there..." he muttered, staring.
Meanwhile Halia was haplessly charging the armored woman, Brianne. With a small, pointy blade clutched in both hands, she let out a cry of "Rawr!" and came swinging with her dagger.
"You're no spell sword," Brianne coldly intoned, a scowl on her pouty lips as she easily dodged the attack. "You're not even a warrior. Don't be silly."
With a metal plated elbow she jabbed Halia in the gut as the half elf girl feebly tried to slash her well-armored torso. Halia's blade sc****d off harmlessly. And though none could feel pain or experience physical harm in the arena, Halia did feel the wind knocked out of her as she went flying ass first into the sand from the strength of the hit. Bouncing once and gasping, she blinked and looked down. Her tunic had flapped up to reveal her now sandy undergarments -- a pretty light green lace thong that matched her tunic. Smoothing it down quickly and scrambling to her feet, she managed to avoid anther slash from the her foe aimed at cleaving her tunic down the middle.
Sharessa watched Halia's fight out of the corner of her eyes pensively, wand readied for when the dust cleared. When the sand finally settled the sorceress was still floating there, only Sharessa noticed something new around her. An almost invisible, shimmering sphere of protective energy encased her body, presumably protecting her from projectiles and most other magic attacks. The protective spell had gone off, and it subtly flickered with power around the exotic sorceress. Damn. Sharessa rarely swore, even in her mind, though she did find herself saying Yes! when she realized her attack must have somewhat gotten through. The barrier must have gone up just a little late.
The dust settled further, revealing that the ribbons once tightly encasing the sorceress' breasts were totally gone. Her large chocolate nipples were taut, and on her large gravity-defying breasts they seemed to point slightly upward. Her dark purple painted lips had a slight pout on them, but otherwise Jhira showed no breach of composure. Her hands were, in fact, weaving in the magical gesture of her next spell. Nimble, slender fingers traced a serpentine pattern through the air, that matched a little gesture, a bit of a hip swivel, the sorceress was doing. Another spell hm? Sharessa thought, studying the gestures. Some of it was foreign, but if what the announcer said was true then it confirmed her suspicions. If that spell completed the sorceress would gain mental control over one of them!
"I've got to do something," she muttered aloud, testing the defense with another focused blast. The rippling man-sized ball of blue energy connected with the shield, then dangerously ricocheted and went careening off towards the other two fighters across from them. Both Halia and Brianne had to dive to the side to avoid it, then get up from the dust and sand to face each other once again.
"Sorry!" Sharessa shouted, waving sheepishly, causing the breasts she wasn't used to to jiggle. The pinkish edge of her nipple wiggled into view, followed by the tip, which Sharessa quickly stuffed back into her traitorous top. Face red and mortified, she turned back to focus on her opponent...
"Whew..!" Halia sighed. Brianne narrowed her eyes, which Halia now noticed were lined with kohl.
"What are you, exactly?" she asked. "You fight with steel but they call you a magician."
"Well, let me put it this way..." Halia started as she charged her again. "I was thrown in those dang dungeons for stealing something!" Sprinting forward, the energetic half elf girl managed to lay a hand on Brianne's shoulder this time before the swordswoman blocked the dagger with the hilt of her sword. The dagger was locked above Halia's head in that pregnant, intense moment, and Brianne brought her cold hard gauntlet up to grab her by the collar of her tunic.
"It was foolish of them to pit you against me," she said matter-of-factly as she gruffly placed a boot in the girl's stomach and ripped the front of her tunic, right down the middle, with just a hand. Halia didn't even have time to be amazed by the woman's obviously magical strength; she was sent flying ass first into the sand again, this time half naked. Her perky, puffy tipped breasts were small in size, but well proportioned and oh so perky. The lovely tunic was utterly ruined, split from collar to hem.
"And we have some more tits!" the announcer boomed happily, the viewing screen showcasing his announcement. Halia lay in the sand, panting, clad only in her boots, gloves, and lacy green thong. "Anyone else suddenly want some cream to go with their strawberries?" the announcer joked, as the viewing sphere 'zoomed' in, the clear image of her stiffening, pointy dark pink nipples grew larger on the glass surface. Halia's jaw dropped and her easily flushed skin reddened.
"Oh!" she cried and covered up with one arm, once again getting to her feet. She glanced over at Sharessa. How was she doing?
"Don't worry, I've got a plan!" Sharessa shouted, seeing her ally in distress. "We've got to act quickly though, just hold her off!"
As far as Sharessa understood, once an opponent was stripped of their primary garments they could no longer participate in the battle. Jhira was already half naked, now she just had to try a trick. Nothing could penetrate that bubble, she knew that, but perhaps if something were inside...
Sharessa focused and wove up a variation of a telekinesis spell. Two glowing blue hands, floating and disembodied, shimmered into view within the globe of magical force. Jhira's eyes widened ever so slightly as the blue glow of the now nearby hands washed over her. Her concentration did not waver, however... the sheen of sweat on her perfect skin did betray the amount of effort the spell was taking her to cast.
She must be using an intense amount of focus. Sharessa thought. My summoned Hands of Makai are just barely working -- it's taking an equal amount of concentration on my part to keep them in existence in that magic weakening bubble, much less get them to do what I want! The Hands of Makai were notorious for their mischief. Very useful, the Hands of Makai spell -- it created a pair of hands that the wizard could feel through and send to do his bidding. Though ultimately they did the job required of them when, say, a wizard needed to sn*tch something from a dragon's horde without getting too close... well, sometimes they'd wake the dragon up on the way out, without the wizard even knowing.
And so it was laughter from the crowd when the mischievous, sparkling blue spectral hands reached up to cup those tempting brown orbs on Jhira's chest. Her jaw opened slightly and her eyes blinked, though she simply could not make one wrong move or her entire spell would be ruined. She had to continue the gestures. Above them the viewing sphere took interest in the little scene unfolding. A close up appeared of the unbidden hands, as they squeezed, jiggled, and pinched Jhira's breasts. Blue fingertips twisted and tweaked her large brown nipple. To her credit the jungle witch didn't break concentration, though Sharessa squirmed uncomfortably: the sensation of the moist skin, the hard tips, the suppleness of her flesh... it was all being transferred right back to her hands through the spell. Yet the Hands of Makai seemed content to do nothing else, though, and were lightly bouncing the jiggly mounds together rhythmically when Sharessa squinted and did her best to will the hands lower... lower... to the ribbons on her hips. Sweat continued to trickle down the elf's slender frame, lucky little rivulets traveling along the lines of her exposed abdomen. This is harder than I thought. I just have to... imagine they're my hands. That's not too hard, I mean, I can feel them... She gulped, and delicately one of the hands pinched a ribbon between its fingers. Yes! Steady now... And with agonizingly slow movements she pulled one ribbon free from her hip. Jhira gasped softly, unheard. The entire ribbon garment that composed Jhira's bottoms began to sag slightly. Just two more, I think... How is Halia...?
Sadly, she couldn't even look for fear of losing her own concentration. She could hear the sound of steel ringing against steel, and Halia's grunts of stress. The swordswoman, Brianne, was talking low, but she was unable to make out was she was saying.
"I've just got to knock you off your feet again. You see, I'm faster and stronger than you -- I don't know why you haven't used magic, but sadly it doesn't matter at this point. This armor I forged is impervious to magic or blade from without. You had no chance..." and with that, Brianne launched forward, swinging her free arm in a backhanded punch. When it missed completely, Halia gingerly grabbed Brianne by the wrist for a moment, a stupid grin on her face. Brianne grunted angrily and swung down with her sword. The tip of the steel grazed Halia's skin harmlessly, and when she looked down she sighed in relief. The slash had connected with the front of her thong, right in the middle. The cut exposed about two inches of well trimmed, dark red bush. Wide eyed, the announcer gestured furiously behind him to the director of the viewing sphere. Rather promptly the view was now a close shot of the curling edges of the newly modified thong threatening to tear further and reveal her secrets. Every hop or step or dodge and the loosened garment slipped a little lower on her curvy hips.
"I bet you're naked under that armor, huh sweetheart?" she purred, as she managed to get right close to her face for a moment. "Is that the trade off for being able to wear such a useful thing? That the people who run the arena made you go naked under there?" Halia giggled, and cooed mockingly, dodging angry swing after angry swing. "Aww, is that all you can do? No spells to channel through your blade?" Another reckless swipe -- the swordswoman was getting desperate, having been so close to denuding her opponent. "I thought you were faster than me? hehe..." laughing and dancing about, her plump bottom jiggled gloriously with each nimble step she took. Above them the viewing sphere The warrior woman was panting and red faced now -- Halia had literally run laps around her.
"That tunic... mmh..." she stretched languidly, displaying her lovely little body in almost its full glory for a moment. "It was far too tight, I should thank you. But... I'd lay down my sword now if I were you."
"Silence!" Brianne shouted as she made a diving thrust at Halia's crotch -- she'd given up on trying to slash one of the hips of her thong. Halia sidestepped and made a sudden yanking motion with her hand. She stood as if she was holding a leash, almost, watching Brianne out of the corner of her eye. Brianne, as it were, froze up entirely, sword arm extended and most of her weight on one foot.
"See now? I DO know some magic, unlike you. I use it to steal stuff, and sometimes, that means just picking a different sort of lock. Weaving little, barely noticeable spells over time to take down the castle. Did you think I was really trying to pierce all that armor with a dagger? Did you truly think me stupid?" she held up her hand, and on display now the barely visible wire shimmered in the sunlight. The viewing sphere revealed the extremely thin wire, which Halia now allowed to sparkle magically for effect. The stuff was practically wrapped all around the warrior woman.
"When..?" Brianne grimaced, held tight for fear of what might happen.
"Well, this one was when I first slashed at you..." holding the wire tight still, Halia casually walked over and tapped the side of her breastplate. "That was important, getting that first thread in. Then there was this one..." she tapped the warrior woman's shoulder next, revealing where the golden thread came out from under her breastplate. "I kinda figured it'd be impossible to harm you from outside the armor, so I had to get in there, you see, the wire itself actually does most of the work..."
"Impossible! I'll... I'll beat you..! I'll break this useless string!" Brianne shouted, twisting with an insane display of strength.
"Ooh, no, you should've yielded then..." Halia said disappointedly. When Brianne lurched, and then stumbled forward, the wires bit and began snapping. As they did, her piecemeal armor gradually began to fall to pieces.
"Wha..?" Brianne's eyes widened as she dropped her sword to reach for her breastplate. For a second it fell away and revealed Halia's earlier guess to be true -- with the exception of the padding the armor itself was lined with, the fair skinned woman was entirely nude beneath, so far. With the straps hanging, Brianne managed to clamp it to her chest before too much of her apparently small breasts were revealed. One of her gauntlets came apart in rings and slipped off her hand. She could do little but gasp and struggle to keep it on.
"Heyoh!" the announcer shouted. "What a turn of events! Sad to say I'm a little disappointed -- not much to protect under that magic breastplate Brianne!" his booming laugh mixed in with the chorus of guffaws from the crowd as the fair faced Brianne went totally red. The back of her torso armor fell away completely, leather straps hanging uselessly, revealing a well toned back. The plates on her legs went next. The wires were biting, and retracting -- whipping back up towards Halia's outstretched hand and neatly coiling around it. As the wires around her legs unwound, the plates around her calves went, then the plates guarding her thighs. In a feeble attempt to stop it, she clamped her knees together, with her feet far apart.
"No..!" she cried, in disbelief. The steel skirt that hung around her waist was connected to her belt by a series of straps, thick leather buckles mostly. As the wire whizzed through them, they popped one by one. Starting with her left hip, the skirt began to sag, until it sagged in the back, and on the other hip, long thin plates dropping off it repeatedly... until Brianne grabbed it with both hands. With the belt being the only thing now staying on her and required being held on manually, her barely existent breasts were now bared for the entire arena. Her nipples were equally tiny, pale little coins. Never mind that her sculpted, perfectly toned ass was peeking out from the sagging steel skirt, the arena was focused on her lack of a chest, as was evidenced by the viewing sphere. The announcer's face lit up and he shouted into his voice amplifier.
"By the gods! We've seen some small teats come through this arena, haven't we folks, and don't those just win them all? Did we let a boy into the arena by accident?"
Laughter echoed through the crowd again and Brianne watched her breastplate fall in slow motion. It clattered to the sand, and slack jawed, Brianne decidedly regretted her decision. She was most self conscious of her chest -- the rest of her body was stacked! Brianne reached, the top half of her ass crack sticking out more and more, with one hand attempting in vain to hold onto the skirt. Her heart jumped as she realized the breastplate still had some gold thread still wrapped around it, and as Halia went to yank it out of Brianne's reach the swordswoman had no choice but to try and reach for it with both hands. The skirt clattered down, around her ankles, and as Halia inevitably yanked the breastplate out from beneath her, the now tripped up Brianne fell flat on her face, toned ass sticking in the air, glistening with sweat. Cheers erupted. The viewing sphere zoomed in for a closer look at what she was showing between her legs in that defeated moment where her face lay buried in the sand. Like the rest of her body, her crotch was clean shaven, and her tight thighs and buttocks, glistening with sweat, were framing her pursed pussy lips quite nicely on the enormous globe hovering above the arena floor.
"We have our first loser! And what nice lady parts she turned out to have... What's going on with the two sorceresses?" the announcer boomed. "Is it sorceri? sorceresses sounds wrong..." he could be heard muttering to the director. "serceressessess..." he said, before muttering "what? i'm still on..?"
What was indeed going on with the two sorceresses is that Sharessa had almost used the Hands of Makai to peel off the ribbons encasing Jhira's loins. The second ribbon had taken a while and bit of effort, and a lot of hard concentration -- Sharessa's white halter top like garment was soaked through with perspiration, the outline of her swollen aerola clearly visible.
Only one ribbon remained -- both sculpted hips were now visible on the jungle goddess before her, Sharessa now realized the ribbon between her legs must run up her crevice and end in a bow... but what was keeping it up? Squinting, it was hard to tell with the big bow of the thing right over her... privates. She sent the hands lower, but her heart sank when Jhira's eyes flashed white again with the culmination of her spell. Alright, I'm ready for this. Guard your mind, guard your mind... she thought to herself furiously, but realized quickly that the spell hadn't been aimed at her. Halia! Oh no..! Where was she? She glanced back and forth across the arena and only saw the defeated warrior woman, naked and ass up in the sand, her wrists bound to her ankles with strange gold cord. Jhira had a smug smile on her full, purple lips.
"Sharessa!" came the loud squeal of excitement from behind her, it almost sounded drunk. Soft limbs immediately slipped around her and under her enormous breasts. A whole tit popped out, the halter top getting tucked under that breast.
"Ahh! Halia, snap out of it! Please!!" Sharessa shouted in response, struggling to maintain concentration on her own spell. The Hands of Makai, if left to their own devices, could cause problems. Even now, she felt the softness of Jhira's ass on her hands, fingers delicately cupping the cheeks and running across her crevice... definitely not worrying about getting any ribbons off in a hurry.
She had to shake her head, focusing on bringing the hands off of her ass... her supple, perfectly sized ass... Sharessa blinked and began to wonder if the spell hadn't worked on her too. Jhira sat calmly in the bubble, as if still concentrating on something, or perhaps forming some new spell.
Pop! Her other tit was out, Halia had yanked the top entirely down around her waist. The enormous pale breasts bounced eagerly, jiggling into each other as her large pink areola stiffened.
"Halia, NO!" she barked, trying to sound authoritative with her tits out. Halia pouted and stood up, the mind control spell causing her to stomp her foot childishly. Her then angry attitude erratically changed into a whine.
"But I liiiike you...!" Halia whined in protest, stomping again. Sharessa's face darkened in redness and her brilliant emerald eyes widened. Halia was huffily hooking her thumbs under her waistband, her thong, her only remaining garment, and with little ado she yanked them down to her ankles.
"Woo!" Halia shouted in exhilaration, and began running around the arena, naked save for her boots and long gloves. Her cute little bottom jiggled, and the viewing sphere, ever vigilant, showed the crowd a perfect view of her sweet little red furred pussy as she ran. She kept herself well trimmed, apparently, and her fair skin was flushed all over as she ran back up to Sharessa.
"This feels SO great, you have to try it!" Halia insisted, laughing maniacally. The announcer watched in concern.
"I'm getting a ruling from the judges... though Halia is now out of the match... she is still under the effects of Jhira's spell and therefore may remain as Jhira's weapon until the spell wears off. Let the game continue!" he shouted. The director glanced at him as if to say "is that true?" to which the announcer meerly shrugged, wide eyed.
Halia was hugging Sharessa and laughing like a drunk girl, and found herself with one leg wrapped around the struggling elf. Suckling on her neck, the red headed half elf moaned and purred, grinding her pelvis against her hip and gradually causing those pants to slide lower.
"Ahh..!" it was impossible for Sharessa to concentrate for a moment, but just when she thought she had focus over her magically summoned hands again, a shiver erupted through her body. Halia was nibbling on that long, sensitive elven ear of hers.
"Nnh, Halia, you have to stop..!" her eyes fluttered shut, and her enormous chest heaved with panting. Halia brought a hand up to gingerly cup one of those globes, her thumb teasing the nipple.
"Don't you like me..?" Halia purred, almost sounding hurt. The Hands of Makai, meanwhile, were having a grand ole time themselves. In rhythmic succession, they had begun slapping the exotic jungle sorceress on the ass, one hand after another. Though her stony face tried to hide its anger, it was evident that she too was concentrating on doing something. She remained still as the hands cupped and jiggled her ass for the audience's pleasure. The round, smooth cheeks of her ass were totally out, only that hint of a bow between her thighs was keeping her in the match.
"Look, Halia, if you stop, I'll do whatever you like later, but we have to win this NOW!" Sharessa blurted with eyes totally shut. Halia's face brightened like a thousand suns.
"Oh Sharessa...!" she gasped, locking her lips over the elf's and sticking her tongue in deep. Halia's legs, which had sort of been wrapped around Sharessa's hip, slid lower and in doing so upset the precarious position the elf girl's pants had on her waist. They thwumped down, pooling over the inconvenient heavy boots she sported, revealing an undergarment more scandalous than even the crotch ribbon Jhira had clinging to her cunny. From behind was two thin white strips of lace that went across her surprisingly round cheeks. As Halia released her from the kiss (which the viewing sphere had almost instantly focused on) she pulled her moist lips away from Sharessa's with the slightest trail of saliva connecting them for a moment. Sharessa was totally dazed and blinking, red faced and breathless, and was unawares for the moment that the front of her not-so-effective garment was on display. From the front it resembled a white lacy thong but lacked any substantial material in the middle -- it was totally crotchless. The crowd erupted in roars as Halia blinked and covered her mouth in shock, staring openly at it. Sharessa blinked and shook her head, wiping her mouth still in a bit of a daze, when she looked down suddenly at her bottoms and screamed.
"Bit of a... draft..." the announcer managed to mumble, wide eyed and gaping himself, unable to come up with a quip as the enormous sphere above displayed a perfect view of Sharessa's totally hairless, pretty little c*nt, framed by the straps of the thong. From the viewing sphere it was like being face to face with it. Sharessa's thighs clamped together finally in response and she flung her hands over her front, screaming still.
Blinking some more and eventually picking up his jaw, the announcer swallowed and spoke: "The match goes on! The crotchless wh*r* garments count!"
This comment seemed to sober up Sharessa, who narrowed her eyes and focused harder than she ever had. She recalled memories of her homeland, the taste of freedom, the rage she felt towards the even now coldly watching queen... and was tackled by Halia.
"They can seeee you!" she shouted in protest, using her own nude body as a shield as they both flew to the sand. The half elf girl's hands conveniently covered as much as they could of Sharessa's abnormally enlarged breasts.
"Halia no..!" Sharessa cried in dismay, whatever spell the sorceress was cooking up to finish her would no doubt have gone off by now...
Sharessa looked around Halia, desperately curious,to see something delightful. The Hands of Makai, bless them, were acting on their own. They slid down the sorceress' front, as her eyes gradually widened in horror, and traced fingertips down her mostly exposed pubic mound. The little bow at the top of her sex, one of them pulled it down ever so slightly and it hung gingerly. Beneath it was a dark, thick bush, and whistles echoed through the arena. The sight of freshly exposed nethers never seemed to get old. But more interestingly, the rest of the ribbon, a simple strand of pink, ran between her pronounced pink labia and into her ass crack.
Deftly, the other hand yanked up, and hard, on the ribbon, whipping it out from her ass crack and through her pussy lips, causing her to yelp and sending her next spell awry. Sharessa noticed a distinct change in the struggling posture of their defeated teammates; Halia seemed to be blinking confusedly, while Brianne was finally breaking free of her golden cord with a renewed vigor. She now was the one that looked drunk.
"Jhira is no longer wearing any qualifying garments! Sharessa and Halia are the winners!" the announcer bellowed, slapping his belly and laughing in amazement. From the shadow of her pavilion, Queen Syndra narrowed her eyes and got up to depart.
Halia and Sharessa helped themselves to their feet, brushing sand off each other's bodies and avoiding eye contact with as much awkwardness as one would expect. Halia seemed to have recovered her inhibitions when Jhira was defeated, sheepishly covering a breast with her hand a crossing her legs, and meanwhile it seemed Brianne had lost them. She was stalking up behind the still haughty Jhira, who stood with arms folded and a pouty scowl on her face. The warrior woman's eyes spoke pure lust, and creeping up naked and covered in sand she looked rather predatory. Jhira didn't seem to notice, but instead muttered something about doing all the work.
Halia spoke quietly to Sharessa."We're supposed to take our bows and praise and do whatever we want to humiliate our foes at this point usually, but I think a little poetic justice is about to take place...and anyways... I think you have a promise to fulfill."
"Did I promise? Hehe..." Sharessa chuckled sheepishly and continued to cover herself as best she could with her tiny hands and her large boobs. Brianne pounced on the exotic goddess suddenly from behind with a grunt, and Jhira squealed uncharacteristically.
"Oooh!" she cooed, getting on all fours and arching her back into Brianne, who seemed to more or less have mounted her. Sharessa noted that the Hands of Makai were still active, too... the glowing blue digits were all mixed up between the two women, groping breasts and running between thighs and smacking asses. She even thought she saw saw some of the fingers slip into... well, they were doing something lewd down there.
"Might I remind you the conditions under which I made that pledge? You had just betrayed me..! An-" Sharessa began.
"Shh..." Halia hushed her with a single finger and slid her body behind her. "Here, let me cover you. Strangely, Sharessa found she was letting the half elf cup her hands over her smooth crotch. And once again Sharessa suspected it wasn't the sweat that was making her so slick down there. Halia's soft, nimble fingers seemed all too comfortable mashed up against her sex, and the sun, combined with her flushed feeling, made her a bit faint.
The sight before her was not helping. The smaller, athletic woman, was practically mounting the glistening tall goddess beneath her, with the assistance of the Hands. Jhira was moaning, louder and louder at an alarming rate. Her head was cocked back, her purple eyelids heavy and shut, and her plump lips hung open as their bodies rocked.
"Uhn!" she gasped, as Brianne began to make thrusting motions with her hips. A slow, sensual grind at first that was building in pace. Brianne herself seemed intoxicated and overly horny.
"Oh yeah," Halia breathed into Sharessa's ear, "I'm pretty sure I saw a hand 'mounted' on Brianne's crotch." And as she spoke, she boldly slid her middle finger down her clit and into the slick folds between Sharessa's thighs.
"Ahh!" Sharessa's eyes fluttered, her body trembled, and she found herself squeezing her breasts tightly as the sudden orgasm washed over her, from that single, final gesture. The blood rushing in her ears combined with the din of the crowd overwhelmed her, and as her legs buckled she would vaguely later recall the announcer booming:
"Wow! Everyone congratulate Sharessa on her first in-arena orgasm..."
Halia moved her now moist hand up as if to study it the slickness gleaming in the sunlight.
"Oops! Sorry dear, didn't mean to... agitate yo-" and she cut herself off when Sharessa nearly fainted. With one arm under those massive, fully exposed and jiggling breasts, Halia struggled to keep the elf girl up -- the poor thing was unable to stand from the shock, humiliation, and exhaustion. Meanwhile the viewing sphere was taking note of the noticable sheen on Halia's outstretched fingers, her free hand held up as if she was still bedazzled herself.
"AND it looks like the losers are tasting a bit of their own medicine and enjoying it, too! Sorry Jhira, Sharessa beat you to the fun part..." the announcer chuckled, shortly before Jhira threw her head back again, eyes widening as the bouncing of Brianne's hips against her supple ass hastened and then slowed suddenly. The both of them were moaning then, loud and lewdly, their bodies trembling from the climax.
"Rest now sweet thing, Halia will take care of you..." the half elf's eyes narrowed mischievously as she struggled to drag her out of the arena.
"Ugh, a little help?" she shouted to the nearby guards, then, shaking her head in exasperation as no one moved to help her, slung Sharessa over her shoulder. With her round little bottom jiggling over her shoulder, Halia toted her squirming prize through the portcullis back to the quarters, the roar of the arena lost on her as the scorching sun gave way to cool dark hallways. With a pat on Sharessa's sweat-glazed bum, she cooed: "that wasn't so bad, was it?"

Very enjoyable, rather liked Halia as the chapter went on.

shameless bump for further opinions, commentary? critiques?

Excellent!
 

Great story! I´ve always loved fantasy:-) Sharessa character is my favourite.

Wow!
 

Awesome job Cerind! Saw your link in Zapp's EnfWar group and just finished getting up to date on your epic tale! That last fight was legendary! You actually had me in suspense there at the end. Wasn't sure if our heroes were gonna pull that one off. The pay-off was freaking great though! Man, I really wanna see that evil queen get her comeuppance! Its gonna be so satisfying heheheh...

Anyways, please more! Your fans are starving for more!

budowa stron
 

[IMG]http://*************/_/o.gif[/IMG] II'm angry, I'll beat!! [IMG]http://*************/_/oo.gif[/IMG]

thoughts?
 

I'm working on the next lengthy chapter of our ENF epic here, and I'm looking for suggestions, arena ideas, etc. The range of suggestions can be just about anything -- there's a type of girl or picture you want to use for reference so's I can include her in the fighting, by all means. Think it'd be interesting to have a match in which the pit is filled with a few inches of clear, slippery oil? Tell me! Any and all ideas regarding future stories are appreciated.

On another note, I invite people to try their hand at this format of ENF story -- you have my permission to use the setting, premise, anything you like. I only ask that 'canon' characters aren't used without my consent. E.g. obviously the evil b*tch queen Syndra is being saved for a juicy conclusion, so I wouldn't want anyone to just pop in and have her get humiliated prematurely in front of the whole country. That said, fire away!

thanks for continuing input, comments, concerns, criticisms, and compliments -- any other writers out there know how much that stuff fuels us..!

Ideas, suggestions
 

Ive noticed that you havent done anything involving water. Maybe you could do something like have the arena filled with water? Or a area where there are things that can be used for camoflauge like trees, big rocks, holes in the ground, etc. Just to make things even more intense then they already are, and trust me you've done a great job so far with this series.

created an 'interactive' version of the Enferia setting on writing.com,
please feel free to peruse and expand on it

http://www.writing.com/main/interact...809467-Enferia

Suggestions
 

This has become one of my favorite ENF stories of all time. Chapter 2 in particular was the epitome of what an ENF story should be. The enmity born of socio-economic differences, the tantalizing stripping sequences (like Felicia's crotch seam being split by the sword), the haughty girl earning and getting her comeuppance, and the deep humiliation of being sodomized with her own prized possession in front of a crowd. Brilliant! The other part that really stood out was Felicia's spanking by her mother in front of all the household servants (and what happened after). What abject humiliation! (Can you guess who my favorite character is?)
Suggestions: Please have more girls get anally penetrated with various objects, hopefully ones that have some meaning or significance in the story (and in front of lots of spectators of course). More spanking would be great too, especially if there is an existing relationship between the spanker and the spankee or some hatred/rivalry between them (for this reason the spanking in Chapter 1 was not as intense as the other two). Since the story involves arena fights and magic (and I get the feeling you've watched some anime), how about making the girls fight some monsters? They could be anime-style tentacle demons or, if you don't want to go that far, monsters from Western mythology that just strip the girls and molest them a bit.
I'm really hoping that you will like and use some of these suggestions, but in the end it is of course your story. Just don't stop writing it before that evil queen gets (what I'm sure will be) her mind-blowing comeuppance!

thanks for the input! It means a lot to me. The next chapter is in the works, with your comments in mind..!

absolutely excellent
 

both what you have here and at the interactive writing site. huge fan

skirmish 1
 

(hey all, a bit of preface: this next bit is extremely rough, that is, I didn't proof read one bit. Bear with me, as I was in a hurry to post. The next chapter, Skirmishes, was meant to be a series of short fights from several of the characters, as some time passes in the story. It still kind of is that, only the fights are shaping up to be a bit longer than expected. I will instead be posting them in pieces... and I promise the next bits will be a bit more polished!)

Chapter V: Skirmishes
Iron Ashley squinted across the glaring sand at her opponent. Much like herself, her opponent was toned, though a little more tanned than she was. And she had grown more tan with her time training and fighting outside. Her hair was black, also like Ashley's, though instead of Ash's short, spiky hair, hers was long and silky, and tied back in a ponytail. Still a bit nervous, Ash swung her trusty broadsword about a few times to loosen up. Her foe was pretty intimidating to behold. A confident smirk sat on her long features as she stared straight at Ashley.
"It wasn't until recently that our fiery little 'Iron Ash' showed her naughty bits in this arena, and we proimise to show you some more today!" started the announcer, bellowing from his perch at the edge of the arena.
"A master of sword and smithing, fighting to save her sweet old father's forge from financial ruin, with various exciting tricks and transmutations, I give you the young, impetuous, Iron Ashley..!" he finished, his introduction ending in a crescendo.
"Her opponent, however, is more than adequate..! I daresay our intrepid Ash is in over her head -- a tested arena combatant is here today, with a strong record of girls left naked and panting at her feet. As many of you know the 'Mistress of Chains' lead a mercenary company for some time before 'settling down' as an arena combatant, and had quite a ruthless reputation!" Ashley did know that, in fact. She had reason to believe that it was her mercenary company, the Black Binds, which had sacked numerous villages and towns in times of peace, when no one had cause to buy their services.
"...Of course, our merciful Queen Syndra has overlooked the rumors about Black Binds' activites as long as she provides entertainment here... and indeed, her furious chains have rarely been bested..! I present for your viewing pleasure... the swift, the silent, the unassailable, Mistress of Chains... Corinne!"
The crowd cheered, clapped, and generally worked itself into a frenzy as Corinne smirked, raising an open hand towards the crowd. Ashley swallowed hard and sized her opponent up. It was impossible to tell what clothing she had on, if any, due to the fact that she wore her weapon around her body. What seemed to several strips of infinite grey chain wrapped around her long torso, starting just below the collarbone and ending at the middle of her thigh. At various intervals several feet of links dangled from her body, dragging limply in the sand around her. Ashley was wearing simple, baggy brown pants tucked into sturdy boots and a loose fitting, sleevless white shirt. They'd let her choose what she wore this match, which she was thankful for.
From the pleasantly shaded noble section, Felicia Beaumont watched with open contempt. She'd come to keep tabs on her rival, Ashley, and had to bite her tongue to keep from spitting bitter obscenities.
"Begiiiiiin!" screamed the announcer.
When the Mistress of Chains gestured to the crowd in greeting, her weapons came alive like snakes, slithering and hovering unnaturally. One in particular was tipped with a huge four-pronged claw that seemed like it was designed to grip or pick things up. For emphasis, it snapped at the audience a few times, even going so far as to reach down and pluck the hat off of a rather astounded man.
Ashley wasted no time showing off to the crowd and was upon Corinne within a few seconds. She had cleared the length of the arena rather swiftly and came leaping down with her sword and a battlecry. The Mistress of Chains quirked a brow and spun quickly, but not in time. Her posturing allowed Ash, with a good clean stroke, to cleave through the bundle of chains between her thighs. To her satisfaction, as she went to leap a safe distance back, Ashley noticed that she had in fact severed the metal from just below her crotch to the bottom of her 'dress' of chains. The result was that the chains which had formed a sort of skirt fell away, revealing tight, bronzed thighs without an ounce of fat on them.
As she relished her successful strike Ashley felt a tugging on the front of her shirt, and with a grunt she realized that the giant, wicked looking claw at the end of Corinne's snake like chain had just barely caught her top. She barely managed to stay on her feet, as her balance was offset by the sudden jerking of her torso.
"Ahh!" Ashley let out a surprised cry as the clawed chain yanked her up into the air by the front of her simple white top, which was straining and ripping already. Her large, brown doe eyes widened when that four pronged claw seemed to slowly spin clockwise, tightening its grip on her shirt and threatening to tear it off of her entirely.
"Haha... yesss..." Felicia whispered from her seat. Someone else beating and humiliating Ashley would be almost as good as doing it herself.
Thinking quickly, Ashley swiped with her broadsword, cleaving the space between herself and the big claw -- freeing herself but effectively slicing a large circular hole in the front of her garment. As she plopped to the sand with an "oof!" she shook her short brown locks dazedly, blinking and finally looking down. She paled at the sight of her freshly exposed, pert little breasts. Out of sheer reflex she crossed a single arm over her puffy pink nipples just as the viewing sphere above was showing a nice close up of them.
"There are those naughty bits we were hoping for!" laughed the announcer amidst a chorus of cheers. "Stay in your seats though folks, there's bound to be more!"
The Mistress of Chains silently regarded the tangled bit of cloth clutched at the end of her claw before letting it drop to the ground. She calmly waited, staring at Ashley as the chains spiraled around her protectively, gliding along her body and whipping about her in slow serpentine motions. The woman seemed to be waiting for Ashley to make another move, her face saying "I'm ready this time."
Ashley was forced to uncover her perky little tits to get a good grip on her sword, turning red in the face as soon as she did -- the crowd whistled and hooted its encouragement, and she winced, trying her best to ignore them.
Charging again with a roar, Ashley batted aside the first chain to come flying at her -- it had no claw on the end of it, she noticed, it only seemed like it was trying to wrap around her arm or strip her sword away. Instinct kicking in, she leapt several feet mid charge to avoid a chain that Corinne had let snake its way just below the surface of the sand. The trap burst forth in a shower of silt just as Ashley jumped away. Corinne's eyes narrowed in irritation as Iron Ash grew closer. Two more chains she sent at the girl were cut short by her flashing blade before they could snare her, but, just as she was getting within striking distance of the Mistress of Chains, the final chain with the snapping claw on the end of it circled around and came at her from behind.
The crowd gasped -- Ashley's body jerked like it had before, except this time it was because Corinne's claw had snapped down on the back of her pants. Ashley kept lunging forward, to her detriment, and with a loud, audible "Shrrriiip!" the back half of her pants came away at the seams. The baggy brown tatters that once comprised her pants came away easily, the front half falling forward almost comically as the claw seemed to gobble up the back half, revealing a simple pair of white cotton panties. The tight garment clung to her pubic mound, as the viewing sphere above showed, and with the sweat brought from exertions within the arena they had become just a shade transparent. If it weren't for the close point of view of the sphere it would be impossible to notice the way Ashley's dark brown bush was visible through her undergarments.
"Nngh!" Ashley grunted as her broadsword swung straight down at the end of her seemingly failed charge in a blur to stick into the sand. Tumbling, she was able to tear herself free of her pants before the claw could let her get tangled up in them. The Mistress of Chains quietly grinned and tossed the tattered remains of Ashley's pants into the equally quiet, tense crowd... and her eyes slowly widened. Looking down and blinking in disbelief, she noticed a lightness around her upper torso. The top foot or so of her dress of chains had been severed down the middle. The tangle of shiny metal fell away in clumps, revealing her tan, sweat glazed breasts, much more ample in size than Ashley's and topped with taut dark brown nubs.
Corinne's face scrunched up angrily, in that one long moment, with the crowd still silent as the viewing sphere cut back and forth between shots of the two girls, unable to make up its mind. First it had showed Ashley's crotch, complete with the shadow of her bush and vague outline of the lips between her thighs. Then, it displayed Corinne's heaving breasts, still marked by the chains that had been recently wrapped around them so tightly. Finally, it showed Ashley's sculpted, toned bottom, tightly covered by the thin white panties which rode up into her crack a little bit. The dimples on the sides of her ass came into view a bit more as she cringed with her whole body.
The viewing sphere, which Ashley couldn't help but gawk up at for a moment, happened to show the next attack right as it occurred -- that giant claw behind her was rearing up for another cobra-like strike, and very nearly snapped the panties right off of her. She flung herself desperately towards the Mistress of Chains to avoid the grazing claws, which drew little red lines across her exposed flesh. Outside the arena such a strike probably would've drawn blood, even with just a graze. All they managed to do inside was to cut four little lines in an incomplete X shape across the back of her undergarment. If she'd moved a moment later that claw would've cut a perfect X and her panties would've fallen right off her, she imagined, heart racing. As it was, the top of her ass crack was peeking, and the shapely bottoms of her cheeks were sticking out.
Not yet having made a sound, the Mistress of Chains lunged emphatically with an arm, commanding her weapons and trying to land another hit, but Ashley cautiously dodged and tumbled away, rolling along the ground. When she came up, she was disheveled and covered in patches of golden sand, but a resolute look was clear on her face. The crowd would let out another series of gasps, on the edge of their seats as that clawed chain violently lashed out a number of times. Viciously, the thing snapped at Ashley, who was forced to do nothing but dodge at the increased amount of attacks. When the Mistress of Chains decided she needed to attack with more than just the main one, she sent another few clawless links to try to sneak through the sand.
Once again, the trick did not work, and as Ashley hacked at the various metal lengths, Corinne grew distressed. She had already been naked from the thigh down and the tits up -- but now she was running out of chain, it seemed. Around Ashley was a small pile of severed links, which, disconnected from their mistress, went limp.
"Ha!" Ashley laughed and pointed with her sword, fairly exposed herself. "You can't keep this up!"
She was right, Corinne realized, looking down. She was left with a few lengths of chain to attack with, but besides that, her dress had been reduced to a miniskirt. Her taut abdomen was exposed down to her pelvis, where her sexy hipbones seemed to lead the eye down.
"Corinne looks like she's about to lose! Is she gonna take that from the new girl?" the announcer taunted in his amplified voice. "If she sacrifices any more chain she'll be bare assed!"
For emphasis, the viewing sphere's point of view swept behind Corinne to show where maybe six inches of chain were covering her crevice. Her ass was tight, toned like Ashley's but sporting a bit more tan. The crowd burst into laughter when they saw her butt visibly tense up, upon realizing how noticeable it was.
Huffing angrily but still not speaking, the Mistress of Chains reared the claw up high behind her, like a scorpions tail ready to strike. She narrowed her eyes and carefully watched Ash's every move as she stalked about the arena. Ashley watched the dangerous thing and, with a breath, realized that Corinne wasn't going to make any more reckless, angry mistakes. When that claw struck again it was going to hit her.
Ash waited patiently for a while, pacing back and force, watching the chain as carefully as Corinne was watching her. The crowd and announcer grew silent again as they watched the two. Finally, a dirty-faced street urchin leaned over the side of the rail and shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Strip her already!"
The cry sent the two combatants into motion. Ashley sprinted in a sidelong arc towards her opponent, and the claw went snapping straight for her panties. At the last minute, right before the claw plucked her undies away from her, Ashley threw herself at the chain. Instead of delicately sn*tching away her panties, the claw clamped down around her hips entirely. Corinne's brow furrowed momentarily in confusion, until she realized that her claw was yanking back, towards her, with Ashley gripped in it.
Everything happened so quickly. With the tugging motion that should've brusquely ripped the last concealing garment off of Ashley, the claw instead brought the entire girl flying back at Corinne. The Mistress of Chains' mouth hung agape in silence as she tried in one last desperate move to command the chains, to stop them from dragging the smith's girl within sword's reach of her. Before that wicked claw could stop, though, Ashley had severed its chain with a swift stroke of her blade, to land in front of her opponent.
"No!" Felicia cursed to herself, clutching a hand to her chest breathlessly as she watched her rival make her victory stroke.
Ashley kept the neck strike swift and merciful. Corinne could barely do anything to resist as Iron Ash stuck the broadsword down through the top of her skirt, between her chains and her skin, and turned the blade sideways. The last of her cover came snapping away and falling around her feet in a pile. Finally, Corinne let out a high pitched shriek, her first noise of the match, as she went to throw her hands over her crotch.
"No," Ashley said cooly. "You do as I say, now," she added matter-of-factly. The announcer stood, dabbing sweat from his brow with a silk handkerchief.
"We have winner! We have a winner!" he boomed excitedly. "Ashley is the victor!" he laughed. "Will she honorably let the loser go, or will sh-" he began to inquire but was cut off by the clamor of the audience.
Ashley had stood Corinne up, when they looked below, and had her arms held behind her back. With her back arched and her arms bunched up behind her, the Mistress of Chains (who was without chains, now) was forced to present her ample, firm breasts to the crowd. Her completely shaved smooth pubic mound was bared too, now, though the viewing sphere was taking in her entire tall, shapely body.
"Shake them," Ashley commanded, her pouty lips tight in a scowl.
"What?" said both Corinne and the astounded announcer in a moment of shock. Corinne's voice was weak and quavering. Ashley had only been known to torment one opponent in her time, the haughty Felicia Beaumont. She had a reputation as being fair and sporting, much to the audience's disappointment. Jaws hit the ground and hearts leapt in chests as the crowd gawked at the commencing scene.
"I said shake them!" Iron Ash barked, roughly wiggling her opponent, whom she had gripped by the arms. Whining helplessly, Corinne was more shaken about than she shook herself, but the effect was the same -- those glorious coppery orbs of hers swung like firm pendulums, bouncing and jiggling and smacking into one another. Corinne cringed angrily and fought back tears of humiliation.
"Don't be a sore loser, 'Mistress,'" Ashley mocked, picking up several lengths of chain from the ground. There was a slight glow around her hands as she manipulated the metal, reforging the chain into several usable strips.
"What... what are you doing?" she balked.
"I'm seeing what good chains are to you when they're on you. I mean really on you," she calmly explained as Corinne felt the cool metal wrap about her wrists.
"No, wait, you can't-" she began, before Ashley picked up a tattered bit of cloth from the ground, something she'd been wearing earlier, and stuffed it straight into the Mistress of Chains' mouth.
"Mmf!" came her muffled scream as Ashley bound her hands together behind her back with magically fused chain links. Struggle as she might, she could not slip free from them, and they kept her back arched uncomfortably, her breasts wonderfully presented.
"Alright, now that she can't cover... follow me a minute," she seemed to be speaking up at the announcer, who fervently gestured to the hidden director of the viewing sphere, in the shadows behind him.
The viewing sphere promptly displayed Ashely marching Corinne around the arena, as she occasionally swatted her on the bare rump with the flat of her blade, or slapped her breasts a bit to give them a fresh bit of jiggling.
Walking up to one of the walls of the pit, she called up to a pair of guards.
"Hey, both of you, grab hold of one of these, carefully now," she shouted up to the two, very attentive guards. Ashley proceeded to toss a length of chain up to either of them, before reaching down and tying either chain to one of Corinne's ankles... a brief bit of blue glow flared around each chain as it tied snugly. Corinne's eyes were wide with dread, and her heart was racing.
"nnh, nnh!" she tried to shout "No, NO!" as Ashley gestured to the guards. The crowd watched, murmuring in quiet interest.
"Alright, haul her up! You, tie it to that column, there, and you, over there," she said, pointing to two pillars along the edge of the arena, not far apart.
The two guards chuckled, more than happy to oblige. With some rough yanking they managed to haul Corinne, who abruptly flipped upside down, up and along the wall of the arena. Squealing in muffled protest, the woman bounced and slid along the wall until she neared the top, at which point her legs slowly began to spread apart. Wincing her eyes shut and shaking her head, she sobbed into her impromptu gag and tried to pretend it wasn't happening.
Try as she did to ignore it, she became all too aware of the breeze on her totally bare, exposed crotch. The announcer blinked and tugged on his collar.
"Now this... This is what we come here for, right folks? Let's give it up for Ashley, for showing some fangs..!"
The crowd roared, and the guards had to hold people back with their spears to keep them from surging over the balcony, trying to get a better look at Corinne. The Mistress of Chains' tears were dripping from her face to the sand below as she heard the crowd "ooh" and "ahh" and shout any number of lewd things as they studied her nethers on the giant viewing sphere above. With her legs split in nearly a straight line, her delicate lips were slightly parted, revealing pink flesh within.
"Aaaand let's give it up to the Mistress-in-Chains for keeping things so tidy down there! I personally love the 'freshly shaved' look. Did you know this many people were gonna get a look at your crotch when you woke up this morning, Corinne?"
The crowd laughed, and gawked, and shouted names at the squirming woman held aloft, upside down by her own chains. Ashley looked up and sighed with some satisfaction, before waving once to the crowd and striding towards the exit, still half naked but barely acting like it.
"Next time," she said evenly, "I expect a challenge."

Nice one, cerindclvr! I loved the ending, very creative way for Ashley to "show some fangs", as they said. It's easy for these stories to run away with one and become too long, like you said, but I for one really liked this skirmish.

Inventive costume/attack idea's with Mistress of Chains. Really enjoyed the skirmish